[Copypasta] We can't blame market

To be fair "but I poop from there" wasn't an explicit "no". We can't blame market for doing what it did.
March 2021

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a tesla drives down the street in 2021

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Google employees complaints

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I couldn’t tell you what half of the companies in my portfolio do

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I'm buysexual

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December 2020

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