I just visited my boss in a WeWork space in San Jose, and it is the closest thing I've found so far to my idea of hell. The offices there have a unique combination of feeling exposed (from all the glass everywhere) and claustrophobic (from the tiny offices everywhere).
Hip hop is different than rap. Rap as a genre tends to glorify the violence, etc. Hip hop tends to glorify a particular culture. Of the latter I am a fan. Of the former, not very much, mostly because it has become pretty boring and repetitive and has lost the creativity, clever wordplay and fun rhythm. Instead, it just substitutes sex, drugs and violence to make up for lack of substance, and sells out the African American community for the entertainment of white rich kids.
That being said, a few of the newer rappers do have some poetic things to say.
It's stressful enough trying to keep up with all the expectations society puts on new parents without the additional hassle of strangers on the Internet criticizing your parenting style because it doesn't agree with their preconceived notions of how you ought to raise your children. Let parents parent.
Same. I bought a Tacoma a couple of years ago, and while there was technically a manual option available, nobody actually had one, or could tell me when I could get one.
We have a 2012 Manual V6 Tacoma; it was what sold me on it as its getting rare to find them. The dealer told me since Generation 2 only 5% of Tacomas (1 in 20) are manual.
I was having trouble sleeping for a while; at one point my doctor recommending I go on oxygen for a while until she could figure it out. I called the company that provided the oxygen, and asked how much it would cost. Nobody knew. I called back 3 times, and still nobody could tell me. I called my insurance company; they couldn't tell me either. I ended up electing not to use it (which turned out to be perfectly fine), but it does seem like this was a fairly standard procedure, for outpatient stuff, and nobody involved knew what the prices were.