1970's to 1980' worship of plastic boxes with oddly colored corogatted lids that did indeed fit very tightly but were a pain to wash up. Parties were held in order to see what new shaped useful box had been invented, 'ooo a round one where the lid can also be used as a plate!" ... I believe this was the last time anyone actually used plastic responsibly as they lasted the owner a whole generation. Not to be confused with Fuckaware parties.
"ooo Betty are you coming to my tuppaware party this Saturday, I'm making prawn cocktail and got advocat and lemonade to drink, plus the kids will be out playing with your two . They are going off to look for frogspawn, aww bless them, I gave them one of my tuppawares to carry them home in"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”