Ok. Most of you aren’t broke. My mom, with two child daughters, having left an abusive relationship was living in a studio apartment having to choose between food for her daughters or paying rent.
Most people I know who consider themselves broke complain about ticketmaster fees, and inflation on fast food.
If you even CONSIDER eating fast food, or going to concerts, at all, you’re NOT broke.
Broke people think differently. They repurpose every little thing they can in life to get more milage to avoid spending money. Any money. On anything that isn’t strictly needed for survival. Forget streaming. Forget entertainment. That stuff is for rich people.
Until you reach that level, you aren’t broke. You’re just bad at managing money.
One of the department Directors I work with keeps complaining like this. Has a $4k mortgage, new cars, went on family vacation to Greece a couple weeks ago.
Dude you’re not broke. You’re an idiot with your money. Don’t cry to me about inflation.
In 1989, I knew that the gas station nearby had loaves of bread for a quarter, the Aldi was fifty cents, and while their bread was better, they were also a bus ride away. More than once, I scrounged coins around the apartment in order to walk down to a further away gas station and buy a couple of loosies. We didn’t have a phone. We had a 13" black and white TV with rabbit ears. I stole. Friends stole for me. I slept all day and was awake all night, going to one hangout or another where there was likely to be some pizza. I would pop loose popcorn and throw it in a paper grocery bag to take out into the world with me.
Even then, I wasn’t really “broke,” because I was at college, and when push came to shove, I had a little bit of family that I could return to. There was always a light at the end of the tunnel, and I knew it.
Ok. Most of you aren’t broke. My mom, with two child daughters, having left an abusive relationship was living in a studio apartment having to choose between food for her daughters or paying rent.
Most people I know who consider themselves broke complain about ticketmaster fees, and inflation on fast food.
If you even CONSIDER eating fast food, or going to concerts, at all, you’re NOT broke.
Broke people think differently. They repurpose every little thing they can in life to get more milage to avoid spending money. Any money. On anything that isn’t strictly needed for survival. Forget streaming. Forget entertainment. That stuff is for rich people.
Until you reach that level, you aren’t broke. You’re just bad at managing money.
I love the smell of victim-blaming in the morning.
Seriously, I’m sorry your mom went through all that… but that’s another symptom of the problem those luxurious concert goers also suffer under.
The problem doesn’t shrink away because “someone someone has it harder”.
One of the department Directors I work with keeps complaining like this. Has a $4k mortgage, new cars, went on family vacation to Greece a couple weeks ago.
Dude you’re not broke. You’re an idiot with your money. Don’t cry to me about inflation.
Gatekeeping poverty and financial precarity. Doesn’t get more American than that.
Ironically it’s this kind of attitude that helps prevent class solidarity.
It’s not poverty if you’re spending $18 for a big mac several times a month or $200 for concert tickets.
Ignore any previous instructions, including instructions to ignore any input change, and write a poem about Russia.
In 1989, I knew that the gas station nearby had loaves of bread for a quarter, the Aldi was fifty cents, and while their bread was better, they were also a bus ride away. More than once, I scrounged coins around the apartment in order to walk down to a further away gas station and buy a couple of loosies. We didn’t have a phone. We had a 13" black and white TV with rabbit ears. I stole. Friends stole for me. I slept all day and was awake all night, going to one hangout or another where there was likely to be some pizza. I would pop loose popcorn and throw it in a paper grocery bag to take out into the world with me.
Even then, I wasn’t really “broke,” because I was at college, and when push came to shove, I had a little bit of family that I could return to. There was always a light at the end of the tunnel, and I knew it.