I would rather buy my meat from a local butcher shop than buy a house.
One stop shop is soul crushing to the pursuit of happiness. I love butcher shops. I love to spend my money in an establishment that cares about their product, not just their bottom line. I understand that this is America, but businesses have perfected mediocrity and called it high quality. I want to know where the meat was sourced. Yes it matters to me how much the farm pays their labor force, what they feed the animals and in what condition they are kept. That’s responsible.
These types of shops are popping up more and more. The craft of butchering an animal to feed a consumer with the highest quality product is regaining the past to supply for the future. Done. Do it. I want more of it and by God I would rather spend the money on a juicy red T-Bone than save for a house. I would rather rent in an area of town that supports these types of business then find my cheaper piece of paradise on the outskirts of suburban monotony. The American dream isn’t dying, it is evolving. The transfer of money is to goods and services who give even a sliver of shit about the well-being of the consumer and the planet, not a marketing ploy.
How does this relate to sex? Be giving. Don’t selfish in your pursuits. Look for quality in partners, not quantity. Put your money where your mouth is.