It disappoints me when I see a woman throw something in the trash that’s not really garbage. Like a half-eaten Popsicle. Or a lunch that could be saved for later. These are the doings of disposable people living in a disposable society. They think they can dispose of anything and it will just be gone, as if by magic. Women don’t appreciate that there are men that actually have to deal with that garbage. This is why we have a disposable, throwaway culture.

Sometimes when I go to a club on the weekends I dress up in a friend’s actual trash collectors’ uniform and tell women that’s my profession. If they are sincere, they will see beyond the greasy, smelly overalls and get to know the real me. If that does not work I then tell the women I am not just a trash collector but a “maintenance supervisor.” If they are impressed by a mere title, I consider them status-driven cunts and only good for one pump and a quick dump. They may be quick to dismiss the men who empty dumpsters, but they are not so happy when they realize they have become cum dumpsters.

Americans are trashy people and live in a society of garbage. In many European countries, the trash collector is amongst the highest status males, because people there are wise enough to realize he performs an essential function. I have heard that in Greece there are 27 words to describe “garbage man” for that is how valued these men are.

We could all do without our i-Pods, Blackberries, and toy trains. But if the trash piles up it starts to smell. That smell is the rotting decay of a decrepit and dying throwaway culture.