Rinse.com is disgusting, evil, and all the rest of it

 

I was recently watching a podcast concerning the hidden costs of UberEats and DoorDash- the massive amounts of waste involved in transporting a heavily-packaged meal over any distance because millions of lazy, stupid-with-money asshats can't be bothered prepare food themselves or decided that the line at the drive-thru was too long on their way home from their sedentary jobs.

Rinse.com might even be worse.  Here are two able-bodied women who are about to settle down for a night (day?) of binge-watching some show when one is "interrupted" by the need to "finish her laundry."  Which means, acknowledge a notice on her phone that her laundry has been completed off-site by serfs and is being delivered to her door by other serfs.  Because she's "too busy" to do her own laundry, of course.  

Well, excuse me but what the actual hell?  There's no way that palace doesn't include a state-of-the-art washer and dryer.  You put your laundry in the washer, add soap, and then watch your tv.  You interrupt your viewing for five minutes at some point to move the laundry into the dryer.  You interrupt your viewing an hour later to take the laundry out, and you fold it while watching your show.  

Every other weekend I pack up my dirty laundry in my oversized backpack and pedal to the local laundromat.  Ninety minutes and $4 later my laundry is done for the week and I am on my way back home.  I didn't require a team to pick my clothes up, carry them off someplace in a gas-guzzling vehicle, be and cleaned and returned in another gas-guzzling vehicle packed in plastic and cardboard which will inevitably end up in a landfill.  I'm not a hero.  I just have two hours every two weeks to do this.  You can't tell me that these women can't do laundry while they are watching tv.

The Convenience Culture is getting really, really awful.  We've got prepackaged meals for specialized ovens.  We've got every restaurant, burger joint and 7-11 ready to deliver everything from a four-course meal to a bag of chips to our door at the swipe of a phone.  And now we've got spoiled princesses using a laundry service instead of the perfectly serviceable washer and dryer WE KNOW ARE SITTING IN THIS HOUSE.  

Again- what.  The actual.  Hell.