[“To Larraine, putting something on layaway was saving. “I can’t leave money in my bank,” she said. “When you’re on SSI you can only have so much money in the bank, and it’s got to be less than a thousand dollars. Because if it’s more…they cut your payments until that money is spent.”
Larraine was talking about SSI’s “resource limit.” She was allowed to have up to $2,000 in the bank, not $1,000 like she thought, but anything more than that could result in her losing benefits. Larraine saw this rule as a clear disincentive to save. “If I can’t keep my money in the bank, then I might as well buy something worthwhile…because I know once I pay on it, it’s mine, and no one can take it from me, just like my jewelry.” Well, no one except Eagle Moving.
Before her eviction, Beaker had asked Larraine why she didn’t just sell her jewelry and pay Tobin. “Of course I’m not going to do that,” she said. “I worked way too hard for me to sell my jewelry….I’m not going to sell my life savings because I’m homeless or I got evicted.” It wasn’t like she had just stumbled into a pit and would soon climb out. Larraine imagined she would be poor and rent-strapped forever. And if that was to be her lot in life, she might as well have a little jewelry to show for it.
(…) When Larraine spent money or food stamps on nonessentials, it baffled and frustrated people around her, including her niece, Sammy, Susan and Lane’s daughter. “My aunt Larraine is one of those people who will see some two-hundred-dollar beauty cream that removes her wrinkles and will go and buy it instead of paying the rent,” said Sammy, a hairstylist with her own shop in Cudahy. “I don’t know why she just doesn’t stick to a budget.” Pastor Daryl felt the same way, saying that Larraine was careless with her money because she operated under a “poverty mentality.”
To Sammy, Pastor Daryl, and others, Larraine was poor because she threw money away. But the reverse was more true. Larraine threw money away because she was poor.
Before she was evicted, Larraine had $164 left over after paying the rent. She could have put some of that away, shunning cable and Walmart. If Larraine somehow managed to save $50 a month, nearly one-third of her after-rent income, by the end of the year she would have $600 to show for it—enough to cover a single month’s rent. And that would have come at considerable sacrifice, since she would sometimes have had to forgo things like hot water and clothes. Larraine could have at least saved what she spent on cable. But to an older woman who lived in a trailer park isolated from the rest of the city, who had no car, who didn’t know how to use the Internet, who only sometimes had a phone, who no longer worked, and who sometimes was seized with fibromyalgia attacks and cluster migraines—cable was a valued friend.
People like Larraine lived with so many compounded limitations that it was difficult to imagine the amount of good behavior or self-control that would allow them to lift themselves out of poverty. The distance between grinding poverty and even stable poverty could be so vast that those at the bottom had little hope of climbing out even if they pinched every penny. So they chose not to. Instead, they tried to survive in color, to season the suffering with pleasure. They would get a little high or have a drink or do a bit of gambling or acquire a television. They might buy lobster on food stamps. If Larraine spent her money unwisely, it was not because her benefits left her with so much but because they left her with so little. She paid the price for her lobster dinner. She had to eat pantry food the rest of the month. Some days, she simply went hungry. It was worth it. “I’m satisfied with what I had,” she said. “And I’m willing to eat noodles for the rest of the month because of it.”
Larraine learned a long time ago not to apologize for her existence. “People will begrudge you for anything,” she said. She didn’t care that the checkout clerk looked at her funny. She got the same looks when she bought the $14 tart balsamic vinegar or ribs or on-sale steak or chicken. Larraine loved to cook. “I have a right to live, and I have a right to live like I want to live,” she said. “People don’t realize that even poor people get tired of the same old taste. Like, I literally hate hot dogs, but I was brought up on them. So you think, ‘When I get older, I will have steak.’ So now I’m older. And I do.”]
matthew desmond, from evicted: poverty and profit in the american city, 2016
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It's been interesting to observe the changes in how doctors treat me as I've gotten more disabled and more obviously/undeniably disabled, because as far as I can tell there's no point at which doctors will stop treating disabled ppl like they're crazy/have no idea what's going on/must always be wrong about their bodies, but the way they do it does change IME. I no longer get "there's nothing wrong with you, you're making it up", but I still get gaslit abt my health at about the same rate, just with "that can't be what's going on" [about stuff that all of my symptoms and test results indicate is probably going on] instead :|
Sometimes from the same doctors who were previously claiming there's nothing wrong with me! And they think I won't notice!
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Ya’ll, Porsche is fucking bonkers. He’s absolutely unhinged and NOT IN A CUTE FLUFFY WAY.
He wanted to be loved so badly that he transformed himself from a reluctant jester who’s best left at home watching TV with Khun into a ruthless criminal who is party to mass murder and torture.
He did that not for a “just cause” or out of “love of a good man” or because he was misguided or manipulated. He knows Kinn is not a good person! The first few episodes make that clear when he compares Kinn and himself to the debt collectors he’s always hated. He was willing to turn himself into something he knows is terrible, something he’s always hated, for the love a man who is only going to win “citizen of the year” through heavy corruption. Porsche did it with his eyes open.
Can you imagine being willing to toss aside your sense of right and wrong and become a career killer in because you are so deeply desperate for romantic love? No? Good. Because if you can, your probably part of a fictional TV show about gay mafia.
Porsche wanted love. He’s greedy and selfish enough to sacrifice everything (including other people’s lives) in order to get it. He’s not a good person and I love that for him. I really, really do not think he needs to be rescued from Kinn.
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I really want to know how you interpret the nations and their relationship to their people?
Ooo good question! I see a lot of people interpret it like a parent/children situation as well as a put nations in a guardian role for their people. Honestly, I think of it as more "casual". They are mostly their own persons and have their own personalities. I can see the "fitting the stereotype" go both ways. People from a certain nation have a stereotyoe and that's what the natiom folk endoby, but I also have a hc where the nation folk are common knowledge in the world and the stereotype has been subconsciously molded with these personifications in mind. I prefer to see it as a mix of both. As for their role and relationship to their people, I think there is a bond that is most of the time even stronger than their bond with their own blood family. Tho that's by design isn't it? I think these nation folk are def more individual than they are portrayed as. I like to imagine they are thrust into a position where most of the time they feel like they are drowning, but in other times being them is as easy as breathing. These people are them on one hand and they feel the responsibility even if its unwanted or actively avoided. But, on the other hand, they are their people. They are just another "human" of that particular culture/country. So in short, they most certainly do have a bond with their people, though it's undefinable by human definitions.
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a fun little thing that drives me nuts about mac is that it has a camera wherever redd heir wing is apparently. like. bro knows exactly what that penguin is doing with the insurance money and hes just NOT TELLING ANYONE huh? (see: the end of hired help, the wiki said it was likely redd on that side monitor)
eh maybe it's figured the kid's got enough to deal with being an orphan without us toons bothering him more
It checks on the monitor and just ends up doing this:
that's really interesting though! I hadn't really noticed it before, but now that you point it out I definitely see it. Giving Redd his time of mourning
I really hope they end up bringing him back, even if it's just through a post or something. Maybe with the revamping of stories, he'll make a mention or two.
As a bonus here's a Redd drawing! I've never drawn him before, so this gave me a good excuse to do so. He's so happy and joyful here despite being a creature filled with misery
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