If you refuse to live a thrifty lifestyle and sacrifice needless luxuries in order to pay for necessities (food, clothes, and shelter), and end up not being able to afford necessities, thats not because the damn minimum wage is too low. It’s because you don’t know how to be wise/humble with your money. $7.25/hour can get you food if you shop at the right place, and housing if you look for the right deals. You don’t need TV, you don’t need a home computer, you don’t need to eat out every night. If you learn to enjoy life on little, then you can live on little.
I realize there are unique situations and everyones different and finding jobs can be hard in and of itself, but as a general rule, most Americans just don’t know how to spend money. They don’t know what a necessity is. Then they demand more money so that they can keep spending money on non-essentials. We want to have our cake and eat it to, and that’s really just not necessary.
i wonder how it feels to be this wrong
okay, but like:
and look, I’ll even do the math for you, since I have tried to live on $7.25/hr. first of all, let’s establish the parameters. we’ll play into your best-case-scenario fantasy. this would be for one, single person, living alone with no children, working full-time, with no significant debt. please be aware that the majority of people earning minimum wage are single mothers with many, many more expenses.
$7.25/hr times 40 hrs/wk = $290/wk
to account for taxes and make my math easier, let’s say $250/wk
$250/wk times 4 weeks = $1,000/month
where I was living at the time, getting a great deal on a studio apartment meant $500/month. be aware that conveniently-located apartments in safe neighborhoods cost much more.
all right, now - bills. let’s assume $100/month for utilities, which is a really low estimate for electricity, heat/AC, and gas, but again, I like my math easy. a phone with internet capabilities is necessary to get and keep a job, especially if you don’t have a computer. prepaid phone plans run about $25-50/month, let’s say $35.
so you’ve paid rent and bills. you have $365 left. let’s talk transportation. a car payment costs a few hundred dollars, but we already established that the person in this situation has no significant debt. that means they’re probably taking the bus. bus passes cost $80-100/month where I’m from. if this person somehow magically has a paid-off car, insurance and gas = $100-250/month. but we’re playing a best-case-scenario game, so let’s pretend that you can walk, bike, or catch a ride to work most days, and use the bus only a few times a week. assuming occasional bus fare/paying a friend for gas - $40.
so we’re at $325, and we need to eat. a person who walks or bikes to work will need to eat at least 2000 calories a day, probably more. again, this is the best-case scenario, so let’s assume that you have access to affordable, bulk staples like rice and beans and that you don’t mind eating bland rice and beans every day and never going out to eat. the cheapest I’ve ever seen someone maintain a healthy diet was about $30/week. budgeting for a few fast-food meals for convenience or a rare trip to Chili’s with some friends, let’s say $150/month for food. we also need non-food necessities, like toilet paper, soap, deodorant, and tampons. $50.
so we’re at $125. and, guess what, we haven’t even talked about healthcare. first of all, health insurance. it’s required by law. insurance premiums vary a lot, so let’s just say $75/month. then, doctor visits. you see, people living in poverty are twice as likely to be depressed. so, that’s a doctor’s visit every month - $40, plus medication - $10 = $125.
we have $0 left. that’s it. all the necessities taken care of, but just barely, in a best-case scenario so unrealistic it’s practically a fantasy. no room for comfort, no room for convenience, no room for mistakes. no room for emergencies. no room for illness. no room for fun. no room to miss a shift. $7.25/hr is just barely enough to keep one person alive, assuming that person literally does nothing but work and sleep.
and that brings me to my final point. why don’t the people who work devalued jobs deserve “luxuries” like comfort, convenience, or, god forbid, fun? you can’t date when you have no disposable income, and nobody could have a family living like that. do poor people not deserve love, or family? no one on minimum wage could afford to pay for college. do we not deserve an education? living like this is living in constant worry. there’s no room for a single mistake, no room for anything to go wrong. do poor people not deserve financial stability? why don’t we deserve to live without the fear of losing our homes hanging over our head? do we not deserve homes?
I’m being serious. I want you to answer these questions. I want you to tell me, directly, that working as a cashier or a waitress or a stocker means that I don’t deserve peace or happiness.
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
Well guys, I am in the last few hours of my day off before I start another crazy week and I have some time that needs killing. I’m still flummoxed by the number of followers I’ve accumulated, so I guess what I’m saying is… ask me anything! Tell me why you’re here. Is there anything in particular…
I like this idea. I’m stealing it. Ye olde ask box is open— why are you here?
I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor.
My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man.
People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.
Anita faked her threats. Also writers that have spoken against this "gaming feminism" have ACTUALLY received threats (the ones making the threats, their twitter pages are actually real people). You should honestly be ashamed for pushing your false narrative and dishonesty.