Disinfotainment at its best.

Reminds me of a dealership near me which actually had "The honest used-car salesman!" as their slogan.

In Swiss German, slippers are called "finches", so there's that.

Sidney Harris taught me otherwise.
EDIT: I just saw he turned 91 yesterday. Happy Birthday, Mr. Harris!

Midnight Oil made a song about it, "Power and the Passion."

I use the wage filter on Stepstone because I don't want to sift through more than 20 pages of job ads each week. Also, I'm seeing more and more companies asking for your expected salary when applying on their web page anyway. If they don't, I just put in the number at the end of my cover letter. Cuts through the bullshit.
Sure, I'm getting an order of magnitude fewer interviews this way, but on the other hand, I'm not wasting hours on dressing up and preparing myself, potentially even taking a day off and travelling out to the fucking company because they insist on meeting me in person, only to stare into blank faces after having answered the final interview question about my salary expectations.
Rather recently, when I was in sudden dire need of a job, I could not pull that shit off, obviously, but I still managed to get more than in my previous job. Then again, it turned out to be the fucking worst job I ever had, by far, so there's that, too.

From the top of my head:
Time Trap
Dalíland
The American

I was once offered a job peddling prescription drugs to GPs on behalf of several manufacturers. These marketing companies are mass-interviewing, you know. And so, there's never a shortage of these hawkers.
Ever wondered why you have to sit in the waiting room for a full hour when your appointment is scheduled at 8? Your doctor is talking to salespeople.

Thank you so much for this. The Wikipedia rabbit hole it opened up led me to the fact that "vintage" originally meant "wine harvest".

At the time when this was popular, they also had Fake Fur wallpapers. Surely looks and feels nice, but has to be replaced every couple of years because it's impossible to keep dirt and mold away.

Yeeah

Nudge Squidfish has a captivating account of growing up in the Midwest c. 1970. Yeah, he could get on a bus from Columbus to Nashville with no money and no contacts, and somehow make it. Even for teenagers, all drugs except alcohol were at least tolerated, if not flat-out legal, and STDs were not a thing (he claims). But still there was a lot of racism, plus constant violence and fights everywhere, and God forbid you came out as gay - the kids would smash your head right in. Lots of teenage pregnancies. Also, you couldn't have sex at home, apparently it was actually illegal for your parents to "enable" it. So there had to be a lot of sex in public places - there was a forest in Columbus nicknamed "Finger Forest" because all the couples went there to... you know...