Philippe Buschini Posts

📌 Friday mood post 📌

Not quite sure what you do for a living? Perfect, you’re ready to shine in society.

These days, it’s not about having a job, it’s about having a storyline. Forget plumber, say hello to “residual hydric flow specialist for individual housing ecosystems.” The blurrier it sounds, the fancier it gets. Selling hot air? Even better—so long as it’s disruptive and synergistically intense.

In a world where clarity is a social faux pas, simply telling the truth has become downright obscene. And yet, sometimes, it just feels good.

👉 If you’re tired of “regenerative solutions” and “holistic acculturation roadmaps,” this piece might just speak to you. Or make you laugh. Or both.

📌 Friday mood post 📌

2:07 PM. I open my lunch box. I pull out a ham and butter sandwich.

A colleague faints. Another calls HR screaming.

That’s how I discovered eating had become a political act.

When your plate becomes a ballot and saying “enjoy your meal” gets replaced with “may the chlorophyll elevate you,” maybe we’ve lost the plot somewhere.

Between carbon fines for a piece of salami and mandatory “carnivore rehabilitation” workshops, I realized something: we’re confusing food purity with moral purity.

What if we stopped playing the virtue Olympics?

Because at the end of the day, behind this whole Instagram masquerade, we’re forgetting the essential: we have the right to be human. With our contradictions, our flaws, and our 2 AM cravings.

Even if it’s “politically questionable and ethically dubious.”

A little manifesto against food shaming and for the right to imperfection. Because we’re not algorithms.