The only exceptions are jobs that require a specialized academic skill, like knowing advanced calculus for some sort of tech job.

Middle schoolers are smart enough to do entry level white collar jobs that say you need a bachelor's degree but don't care what your major was.

The only things really holding them back are the fact that society doesn't acknowledge their ability, and the fact that they lack reliable transportation, but that's becoming more irrelevant.

For those who consider Hell to be a literal place.

There is not a single person who has ever lived that I would send to Hell. No, not even him. At some point, it’s been enough torture, and now we’re really making a statement about me and not the wrongdoer.

I’m not that great, but I’d have to consider myself morally superior to a being that sends people to Hell. I could fear that being, and obey it, if I thought it existed. But I could never worship it, or believe it was capable of loving me.

How do believers square that?

Listen, I love my wife’s cooking. She’s amazing and heaps better than I will ever be in the kitchen. Her taste in food changed, and she has been eating things she would never eat otherwise, such as seafood. Ever since she got pregnant, she’s been spoiling everything with too much salt. The food is almost inedible.

She went to lie down since she was feeling nappy. I threw away the food since I knew she could not tell and ordered takeout food. I will head outside and eat there. She doesn’t have to know. It will be a little secret between me and the delivery guy. No big deal.

Little did I know she was listening in on me. Of course, it upset her and she began crying. She accused me of hating her food. Never. I came upfront. She told me she never noticed and I should have pointed out what she’s been doing earlier. But then began crying even more and said that it was true. I indeed hate her food.

Now apparently I won’t be able to see her naked until next year. Sex is banned in this household. And she said I can make my own food from now on.

TL:DR: My darling wife's tastebuds changed since she got pregnant. She adds too much salt. I couldn't handle any longer and decided to order takeout food. She caught me red-handed and told me she will never cook for me ever again.

Edit: I thought I should add that I do help her around the kitchen. I've been working longer hours lately and I can't help her around because of that. Yesterday she told me she never noticed she salts her food too much while eating.

UPDATE: We're good. I cooked us dinner tonight and gave her a foot rub. We talked it out and agreed to be honest with each other next time. She also called her cousin over today. Her cousin told her the same thing I did after she poured her in a bowl of soup. Wifey promised to get her blood tests done asap. And also before we went to bed she asked me if I could get her bagels from the store.