In cities where the minimum wage has been successfully raised, restaurants are increasingly considering abolishing tips altogether.
Tipping in the face of low wages and unjust labor conditions is kind of like voting in the context of a two-party system with effectively unlimited campaign contributions: you recognize that what you want is revolution, but in the mean time, you do what you can.
When the couch comes, you’re not wearing a bra, because of course you’re not, it’s not even noon yet and you work for the Internet.
“You cannot tell me that your business model relies on paying people below the poverty line.”
What Moonves should do is send the valet’s kids to college, or at least give them roles as extras on “Two And A Half Men.”
When I first moved into my current house in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania’s commercial capital, my roommate had recently become a godmother to four puppies.
Should I really feel differently about tipping people who have more money than I do? Does that make me a terrible person?