My main issue with Uber can be summed up as: I can’t support a company whose business model depends on the labor of contract workers who have very little leverage in ensuring that they are being treated fairly.
“American passenger rail is notoriously creaky, tardy, and slow.” And occasionally fatal.
“Driving for UberX isn’t the worst-paying job I’ve ever had. I made less scooping ice cream as a 15-year-old, if you don’t adjust for inflation.”
We would be good parents, and we would be good frugal folks, and we would be so, so lonely.
On our way back yesterday, the toll booth operators wished us well at every stop as they took our cash, culminating at the Verrazano with a very cheerful “Happy Resurrection!”
If I knew more about which hotels used unionized labor, and which were owned by Adelson, I too would take that into consideration! That’s a problem we can fix.
Even though it’s guilt inducing to ride on a private plane — the wealth! the leather! the carbon footprint! the children who live in poverty! — you should still say yes to your friend’s great-uncle’s offer to fly across the country with them for the weekend.
I am very, very excited to escape the slushy drabness of East Coast Smarch, and to meet my two-month-old nephew for the first time, and to cheer on my friend K as she gets married in the dress I helped her pick out.