Jaundiced- biased; influenced by envy or distaste
Ex: Mrs. Weberschmidt had a jaundiced tendency to call on Cooter, the burnout in the Carhartt hoodie in the back corner of the class, whenever one of her notoriously mind-numbing questions about the Gilded Age garnered no other classroom participation.
“Cooter, what do you think? What was Frederick Winslow Taylor’s lasting contribution to workplace efficiency in the steel yards?”
Cooter didn’t even look up from the Harley Davidson official merchandise webpage on his phone while responding, “I don’t know. He must have gave em Adderall or something.”
“Bzzzt! Try again”
“Uhhhh he outsourced the labor to China. Their small hands could fit into all the little nooks that beefy American mitts couldn’t cram into”
“Bzzzt! Not just wrong, but also problematic. Try again.”
“He hovered over workers’ shoulders like an ancient Egyptian taskmaster and timed out all their actions with a stopwatch to make sure not a second was wasted. He opted to recruit brain dead buffoons instead of nerds because he thought the nerds would overthink everything and were too big of pussies to do man’s work.”
“Wow. You are… spot on. Has somebody been reading the textbook?”
“Stop messing with me, Mrs. Weberschmidt. Just tell me I’m wrong and that I’m an idiot like always and get on with the rest of class.”
“No, Cooter, I’m serious. Taylor’s exact quote was, ‘One of the very first requirements for a man who is fit to handle pig iron as a regular occupation is that he shall be so stupid and so phlegmatic that he more nearly resembles in his mental make-up the ox than any other type. The man who is mentally alert and intelligent is for this very reason entirely unsuited to what would, for him, be the grinding monotony of work of this character.’”
“Let me guess. By that same logic, he hired only gay men to work at Victoria’s Secret?”
“Cooter, that’s enough!”