We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from us—our genes, our bones, our wombs—that would ever satisfy him. There was no other way that we would be free.
If the labourer consumes his disposable time for himself, he robs the capitalist.
One of the things that neoliberalism does is, it relies on flexible workforces who are hired and fired at will and who are basically disposable labor. You can use them. You can get rid of them. They have no rights; they have no security. Their lives and well-being are made and unmade at the whim of those who are exercising the calculus. So, instead of looking at the institution and objecting to that kind of organization, people just go, "I'm a failure;"; "I'm not working hard enough"; or, "I'm not as smart as the next person. "
You know what I like about disposable razors? They're disposable.
I think American cinema, particularly, has become so disposable. It's not even cinema, It's just moviemaking.
Ockham's disposable razors
I don't think anyone wants a reader to be completely lost - certainly not to the point of giving up - but there's something to be said for a book that isn't instantly disposable, that rewards a second reading.
Like the panic stricken populace of 'The War of the Worlds' and countless other 1950s invasion movies, the victims are there to provide the human ground over which monster and expert, threat and defender, disordering and ordering impulses can battle it out. Second-class citizens of the genre, they are narratively indispensable because physically entirely disposable. We are only really involved with them in the momentary tension of their capture or demise.
There's just no great rock albums anymore. There's a lot of rock music out there, but it's very bland and disposable.
Music is not disposable, people. We can twist it, sample it, mash it and experience it in endless ways. Open up.
Fashion to me has become very disposable; I wanted to get back to craft, to clothes that could last.
There are some forty-five thousand items in the average American supermarket and more than a quarter of them now contain corn. This goes for the nonfood items as well: Everything from the toothpaste and cosmetics to the disposable diapers, trash bags, cleansers, charcoal briquettes, matches, and batteries, right down to the shine on the cover of the magazine that catches your eye by the checkout: corn.
Art is not disposable.
Where were the peacekeepers? Where was the UN? Why was the entire world ignoring Saddam's attack upon his own people? Were we Kurds considered so unworthy, so disposable? I longed to stand at the top of the mountain and shout out, Where are you, world? Where are you ?
Men are the Rosie-the-Riveters of parenting. They're brought in only when needed, and considered disposable thereafter.
I poop in the backyard. . . I wear disposable diapers.
I have been heavily criticized in the past at magazines for my black-and-white photography and the aggressive punch - I prefer to call it strong emotion - to the pictures. When everything is virtually disposable I feel these pictures really stand out.
Pop culture's gotten much more disposable.
The car, the furniture, the wife, the children - everything has to be disposable. Because you see the main thing today is - shopping.
People are terrible. They can bear anything. Anything! People are hard and brutal. And everyone is disposable. Everyone! That's the lesson.
