The amount of fear people have of opening up their machinery to fix them is the fifth fundamental force of the universe.
I’m an auto mechanic. My father BEGGED me to not fix the window motor in his buick because he was sure I was going to break it. And yeah one of those stupid push clips that holds the door panel in did break, but there’s like 9 others plus some bolts, it’s okay. Window works now.
Same man was bound and fucking determined to throw away a random orbital sander and buy a new one. I pulled it apart, cleaned a half pound of dust out of it, and put it back together, hey presto it sands again.
The idea of fixing a stovetop is beyond what most people can handle. We’re in an era where people don’t take their cars in for service and don’t know how to call a repairman. You just buy a new car, oven, fridge and washer every 3 to 5 years.
We live in a era of deliberate learned helplessness; people will readily spend twice as much effort bitching and moaning under the expectation that someone else will take care of it for them than they’d spend on just manning and/or womaning the fuck up enough to lift a finger themselves. I’m amazed most motherfuckers I meet in a daily basis are capable of even tying their own shoes.
To be honest a lot of plastic clips for panels and interior trim on cars are entirely sacrificial, in theory they are reusable but its 50/50 if they are brittle from time or damaged they will break the second you look at them wrong.
They are generally available in packets at auto stores very cheap for a reason.
The amount of fear people have of opening up their machinery to fix them is the fifth fundamental force of the universe.
I’m an auto mechanic. My father BEGGED me to not fix the window motor in his buick because he was sure I was going to break it. And yeah one of those stupid push clips that holds the door panel in did break, but there’s like 9 others plus some bolts, it’s okay. Window works now.
Same man was bound and fucking determined to throw away a random orbital sander and buy a new one. I pulled it apart, cleaned a half pound of dust out of it, and put it back together, hey presto it sands again.
The idea of fixing a stovetop is beyond what most people can handle. We’re in an era where people don’t take their cars in for service and don’t know how to call a repairman. You just buy a new car, oven, fridge and washer every 3 to 5 years.
Ain’t that the truth.
We live in a era of deliberate learned helplessness; people will readily spend twice as much effort bitching and moaning under the expectation that someone else will take care of it for them than they’d spend on just manning and/or womaning the fuck up enough to lift a finger themselves. I’m amazed most motherfuckers I meet in a daily basis are capable of even tying their own shoes.
To be honest a lot of plastic clips for panels and interior trim on cars are entirely sacrificial, in theory they are reusable but its 50/50 if they are brittle from time or damaged they will break the second you look at them wrong.
They are generally available in packets at auto stores very cheap for a reason.