The only divide on the left right now is the the traitorous assholes - none of whom are up for reelection - who voted to end of the shutdown. Fuck you Dick Durbin. If I had you in a room for 5 minutes with a megaphone I would definitely so hard that your ancestors would be able to hear it.
Gen-X here. The reason they're giving you that advice is because that used to actually work. If you wanted a job, for instance, you needed to comb through newspapers or physically go around and look for places that were hiring. It wasn't uncommon for ads to to say "apply in person." Without the Internet making applying for a job almost trivially easy compared to how it used to be, going through the extra effort of showing up dressed professionally was a way to show that you were serious and willing to put in real effort.
The Boomers and Gen-Xers telling you to do the same aren't living in the same decade as the rest of us, mostly because the Internet wasn't pervasive in the time they were looking for jobs. Back in the 90s the Internet was kinda a novelty that you had to go looking for. It wasn't, IMO, until smart phones came along that being online REALLY took off, though arguably iMac computers really pushed the "tech is trendy" idea out there.
While it has what can be considered a use case, to increase your visibility in the dark. However it's a terrible solution. Instead wear a high-vis reflective vest, and/or wear some kind of clip-on lights. I've got a high-power clip-on flashlight that I put on my belt for when I have to walk into our dark-ass parking lot, or otherwise need to see where I'm going and don't want to risk getting run over.
I've seen it occasionally where they'll marry a makeup artist or stage hand or something. Sir Patrick Stewart's wife is a theater actress, IIRC. But I can't think of many cases where some A-Lister married somebody they saw sticking shelves at the Walmart.
Myself, always. I'm one of those people who wears normal clothes just numbing around the house, rather than just underwear or pajamas or something. My fiance is practically a nudist and I'll be sitting there in the couch with her on jeans and a tee shirt lol
Plot twist, there's a transmitter attached to it that signals whatever his communicator is. The bat signal is pure theatrics, turning it on just pings Batman's pager.
First existential crisis? Don't worry, they get easier after a few. The answer is simple once you learn how to embrace it: it doesn't matter. Real, fake, it's completely irrelevant. Go get high, play Halo, get some ice cream, and let somebody who gets paid to think about this stuff deal with it.
Stupid cultists. This exact thing has happened for thousands of years. Some years back one of these rapture cults popped up and I mentioned to my coworker that the world was ending. His response: when's it happening this time? Comedy gold.
Just tell the interviewer how great their feet look.