I was raised to believe that if you do good, good things will happen. I neglected relationships and focused entirely on schooling. Straight-A student, practically never missed a day. I worked for a year at a job paying less than $10 an hour while living in a toxic environment because it was cheaper and by the end I had a bit over $8,000 in savings from working while balancing other aspects of my life. Then I wound up at a shitty abusive job which refused to pay for drive time and forced us to drive places on days we said we weren't available while I was in college and before I knew it I had $4k left. Then the pandemic hit and my account dropped to under $1k. For the first time ever I was fired from a job recently, because I was promised 2 weeks of training and instead…
I think everyone agrees that no matter how many bootstraps you pull up, you will never reach the wealth of the 1%. They can literally starve out the working class to force us to comply to their slave wages. They will never pay us enough to be able to live in their neighbourhoods. They’ll sing about no possessions while living in mansions. The only way we can hit back is to stop consuming their products and media. Vote with your dollar. *Avoid spending money on brands that pay slave wages. *Don’t buy from celebrity sponsors. *Don’t keep up with celebrity news in general. *Don’t follow influencers or anyone that glorifies sickening amounts of wealth. They want us to own nothing and be happy? Let’s buy nothing and be happy. I’m sick and tired of spending my money on consumer goods. I’m tired of being broke trying to buy the newest…
For any amount of money. $15 an hour, what people wish was the minimum, let’s start there. I’d rather be fucking dead. 9-5 for double that, that doesn’t even work for me. I don’t need toys. I don’t want a bunch of money. The stuff does not make me happy. I like creating, and making art. Money allows me to pay the bills where I can do that without worrying, and gives me supplies, but who fucking cares? I’ll create art with mud and make music with rubber bands if I have to. Life sucks. We can’t change it. I’m at the end with all this shit. Winter is freezing, summer is boiling, and every morning I have to wake up it’s dark. And I get two hours to myself, and I have to do chores in my free time. Dishes done, laundry? Better watch an episode of some stupid…
Among other things, a discussion about the “domestic supply of infants” line from the recent Supreme Court draft brought this to mind. There seems to be a real concern among some powers that be that Americans should be popping out more kids even if they can't afford it. Or even especially if they can't afford it because a large, financially struggling workforce is a) more likely to take what it can get and b) less likely to be politically engaged. If corporations and the government won't ensure living wages and affordable healthcare, why bring forth more wage slaves and consumers for them? Even the current low birth rate gives some economists concern. Can you imagine the panic if there was a 10-15% drop for a few years? I can't see a nationwide general strike ever happening. But a social movement to refuse to reproduce unless conditions improve might be the…
I want to wake up to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing, not an alarm clock. I want to leisurely start my day — which has an agenda tailored to my pleasure: private pilates session, relaxing poolside, shiatsu massage — instead of constantly being told what to do at work. Then I doll myself up for my husband in the evening, with my most taxing decisions of the day being what to wear and whether to get my hair blown out at the salon rather than having to make decisions at work that effect the lives of others.
