I resent it. I'm smart, poor, and sick. Ykno what they say, the difference between a normal person and a freak is debilitating medical debt, or the fear of it? If I lived in Canada I'd be a completely different person.
So, at what point can we round up these guild-ridden rich people, send them on an island, and let poor people hunt them for prize money? Your quarry comes with its inheritance, trust fund, and stock options. Plus any edible portions of the kill.
I haven't read all the comments, but here's an important point that somehow gets overlooked in these kinds of discussions. Even if charitable work is "noble," it's still a choice! And that kind of choice is a luxury that most of us normal folks (educated or not) do not have. Charitible work brings a lot of personal reward, and those who can afford to do it often get to work with close friends and take as much time off as they please. And they're roundly praised for every contribution of time and money that they make.
They don't seem to get much supervision or have to endure the kinds of work-related headaches most of us regular folks do. I'm thinking long daily commutes, performance reviews, and the like. Let's see some of these trust funders take 40-hour-a-week middle-management jobs for companies in Tulsa, Cincinnatti, Fresno, or the like. Now that would be real sacrifice.
Blarg. This is so ridiculous. You feel bad about having too much money? Start a small nonprofit to seriously help people in your area. Hire a couple of qualified people and commit yourself to the cause that you supposedly care so much about. I dream about having enough money to start my own project.
Look someone in the eye,
you'll see their eyes are just like yours.
Hold their hand,
it will feel like yours.
Listen to their heart, it beats like yours.
...
I wish people could talk about their problems, their pains, their depressions without the judgement of those listening. It defeats the point of listening...
We all get sad, lonely, depressed. The rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick, the beautiful, the not-so-much. Is is too much to have a touch of empathy? (Anyone see Funny Face? Anyone?)
- this might also be an extension of my mother's comment after I told her about Dahl Kim's death... "Was she too rich and beautiful?"
My family fluctuated around lower middle class when I was growing up, and I now attend a college attended mostly by upper-class students. Most of my friends come from wealthy homes, and they are truly wonderful people who spend a lot of time volunteering. As kind as they are, though, there is a distinct difference between kids who've grown up in struggling families and kids who've grown up in well-off families. My freshman year I got a job cleaning up trash in student lounges, and my friends were so grossed out by the fact that I had to touch other people's crap; they didn't fully understand that sometimes you do what you have to do. And I get very stressed about whether or not I'll have enough money to pay for my books, and food, and how I can make it all work. I find that as much as my friends love me, they simply cannot identify with the kind of fear that comes with economic insecurity. When you come from a family with money, the likelihood is that if your attempts to be successful fail, you will have something to fall back on. If you don't, there's no safety net; failure is not an option. I've always felt pressured by that, so I have trouble feeling sorry for the people in the article. Granted, I'm sure a lot of my emotion stems from envy. And that's my problem, not theirs.
@LittleShell: Hearted. I had eviction notices on my door when I was a working newswire reporter attempting to live on what I got paid, and not understanding that most of my peers were very heavily subsidized
How about using some of the money to create legitimate, stable businesses that hire people and pay them fairly for their work? If these people truly are socially conscious, having more fairly run companies that expect a decent day's work and give a decent day's pay would be great.
I attended a progressive private K-12 on a scholarship, populated, at the elementary school level, mostly by upper middle classes with nice, sometimes enormous, but often rent-controlled apartments on Manhattan's Upper West & East sides. My mother & I lived a modest apartment in the middle class section of reputably upper class Riverdale. The financial divide between me & my school friends wasn't so vast, but it was big enough for me to feel it, particularly when I received invitations the umpteenth heavily price-tagged Bat Mitzvah (venues included The Rainbow Room & Tavern on the Green) or when Madison Ave-addressed friends commented that their moms only worked because they wanted to. But these kids weren't rich, at least not by their estimation. The ones that went to Dalton & Chapin, the ones who had trust funds coming & used summer as a verb, they were rich. By middle & high school came an influx of kids from Prep for Prep, a program that provides inner city students of color the education tools & financial resources to transition from public to private school. Now suddenly, I was the rich kid. And, of course, these new kids caught flak in their neighborhoods from the public school friends they'd left behind, the ones that didn't have the opportunities of a first class education. It was like friggin' Howard's End, & everyone felt guilted by the rung below them.
I try to remember stay grateful because whatever I don't have, someone else has less. But I do ever feel the need to share my complaints, I'll direct them not up the ladder or down, just across.
To me, this is kind of like hearing from supermodels how hard it is to be beautiful. I mean, shut up already. Yeah, there are some stigmas, but for the most part you've got it good! It's kind of like people want to brag about their enviable status and not look like they are bragging.
I can't fault people for being born into something they have no control over. Good on them for trying to give back through charity work.
It's the Paris Hiltons, with their stupidity, entitlement, and lack of any sort of empathy or personal responsibility that annoy me. Not to say poor or middle class people can't act entitled...but thinking you better BECAUSE you have money is a terrible way to be.
Look at Ivanka Trump vs Paris Hilton
Chelsea Clinton vs Meghan Mccain or the Bush twins in terms of attitude.
I definitely met some people like this when I was in DC. I didn't feel resentment though, but pity. One of the women who interned with me (unpaid internship) lived in an apartment paid for by her parents, had a living allowance large enough to go out EVERY single night, which in DC can easily run $30-50 a night. She said in addition to working with me at this internship she also had been writing a screenplay for years, the rationale behind why her parents supported her. She has never had a job, only internships. No advanced degree either. The true source of my disdain? She is 33 years old. I just kept wondering why her parents did this to her and made her so weak, so dependent.
I have a friend who is from one of the wealthiest families in the world, and to be honest, I have always sort of felt sorry for her economic "situation". When you literally have no resource limitations, there is an incredible amount of pressure to do something really unbelievably fabulous and to find your "passion" (whatever that means), especially when you're parents before you have had these amazing careers. There is this bizarre wanderer type response because if you don't have to work for $, it is a little hard to get out of bed in the morning and put up with the bs that comes with most work, no matter how important it is. I know it sounds weird, but I'd take my regular middle class growing up any day over inheriting billions after I have seen her and her siblings struggle to form an idenity separate from their family name.
@PrescottGaloobaloop: The struggling to form an identity thing really struck home for me. My family don't have any money at all, but we have a lot of privilege in certain contexts, to do with basically my stepdad's work and connections. It can be extraordinarily difficult for me and my siblings and step-siblings to get out from under his name and establish something for ourselves (especially since he is very aggressive in pushing his influence--a lot of 'oh I have his mobile number, oh I know her husband, do you need me to make a call?' and that kind of thing). I recently needed him to get someone to talk to me for my research, and it felt horrible. Not because I felt guilty, frankly--it's politics, you have to use every link you have--but because it's so demeaning to walk into a situation where you're trying to establish yourself as a serious scholar and people are only talking to you because you're so-and-so's kid. It just makes you feel so diminished in your own abilities, and the sick part is it gets a little easier every time to just fall back on that--it's easy to convince yourself then that the only worth is in your name and not in your abilities, so you might as well pull every string. I honestly can't imagine what it must be like to put material wealth into that mix as well. I've had a few wealthy friends in college, especially, and I've found that the ones who struggled the least were exceptionally talented and passionate about their ambitions and, frankly, a bit lucky.
The funny thing is, my young stepsister recently said to me, totally unbidden, how great it is to be free of her dad's name, because she wasn't sure where he left off and where she started. She had to move across the Atlantic to make that break!
@rah29: But what if those doors didn't magically open? No snark intended. It's just that many people never get the doors to open at all, so complaining about how they glide open smoothly and soundlessly, well ... my .02 is take it and run with it and establish yourself on that foundation
I knew people in graduate school who were given quite a lot (I went to a Big Name School on scholarship) and worked their butts off -- which is exactly what I would hope would be the result of the advantages they had.
@If_I_Had_a_Poodle: Yeah, of course. I wasn't trying to draw an equivalence, that's why I said it's obvious privilege. I think most people would probably choose to be rich/connected, even with its attending problems, and for good reason.
All I was trying to say was that I don't think it's much good to tell people to shut up because their problems don't matter. In my *very* small way I've seen how hard it can be to feel like you didn't earn something--especially after working your ass off--and like people don't take you seriously. I guess I'm thinking a bit about my stepsis; her dad tried to hand everything to her while she was growing up because she struggled with severe depression and other problems. Jobs, money, the lot; all of it was just him making a call. Yet it wound up just preserving her depression because it made her feel worthless. I've never seen her happier than she is now, working at a job she got totally on her own, not taking ANY money from parents, generally kicking ass and taking names in the big city. The worst part is her dad will still say things like 'oh of course she got the job instantly when they found out who her old dad was', totally ignoring that she was top of her class and she didn't mention her dad until after her current employer offered her a job. Thankfully she's confident enough now to let it roll off her back.
I have a friend whose father is worth over $10 million dollars. My friend vacations in the Caymans regularly, and takes lots of trips overseas. But every time I start to get a little jealous, I remember that his mother has left her house one time in the past decade, that he is on constant suicide watch for her, that he has dealt with serious depression himself, that his sister was in a seriously abusive relationship, and that his brother's stepchildren were sexually abused. Money doesn't solve all your problems, and sometimes those with money have bigger issues than you can imagine.
@If_I_Had_a_Poodle: yeah, i guess my issue with what you said was that (to me, at least) you seemed to be contradicting what @Dictator for Life was saying, when she was making that exact point: your economic status doesn't exempt you from serious pain. it's not like poorer people with the problems DfL described could solve them, if only they had money.
i don't know, i was probably too sensitive. full disclosure: i'm a rich kid with a suicidal dad. i can't imagine going, well dad's in the hospital again...but hey, at least we have the beach houses! money really doesn't make a difference in that type of scenario. #tips
@joutfit: I am sorry to hear about your dad. That truly sux. Mental issues affect whole families and there is so little quality care.
I didn't mean, "well dad's in the hospital again...but hey, at least we have the beach houses!"
But wealth provides a level of cushion and security that people without it don't have
For many people, dad going to the hospital would mean that dad loses his job, they lose their place to live and they wind up on the streets
"well dad's in the hospital again...but thank god that him missing work doesn't mean he will lose his job and we won't have a place to live" is a bad place to be but money provides a backstop that keeps it from being an economic disaster as well as emotionally painful
@If_I_Had_a_Poodle: I'm going to agree with both of you. joutfit, I'm so sorry to hear what you're going through. I'm not being flippant; my own father lost his life to suicide. You're absolutely right - money will not make any meaningful difference to how you feel and no-one should attempt to diminish your feelings. Personally, I don't think that's what Poodle's getting at but I know words can be clumsy.
On a purely practical level borrowing money for cabs to the hospital, begging at the bank and relying on handouts is not fun. I've been there. My 2 cents: some financial security will make the practicalities a wee bit easier and that's about it.
@SuzyBee: Thank you for saying what I meant better than I said it. My father died of cancer when I was in hs and it changed *****everything***** from being ok and having enough to total chaos. Money would have helped a lot.
@Dictator for Life: But at least they have the money to take care of those problems. They won't even have to chose between rent and a psychologist's fee, or not take antidepressants because they're $300/mo and their healthcare doesn't cover prescriptions. They can even afford astronomical health insurance premiums despite having a history of poor mental health.
Note: I live in DC, work for a non-profit, and do "charity work". If anyone would like to turn me into an heiress or leave me a large sum of money, I promise I will feel incredibly guilty about it. Try me!
All I ask is that people acknowledge they come from privilege -- financial privilege, white privilege, First World privilege, gender privilege, heterosexual privilege -- and move on. I hated when my freshman dormmate used to talk about how rough she had it, coming from an educated, loving household in the best part of the city, with money to buy a new pair of $90 jeans a week, money to go to Tahoe for Spring Break, long winter and summer family vacations in the Caribbean... Honestly, her biggest problems in life continue to be her neuroses and her curly hair.
I grew up in a family on the rise, and by the time I graduated, we were on the cusp of the upper-middle-class. I try incredibly hard to never pity myself or my opportunities or my finances because I know I, like she, will never be homeless, will always have someone to go home to. It's a challenge, but I figure that the more you've been given in life, the more you lose your ability to hold a pity party -- and if you're the best kind of person, you spend some of your life trying to help others reach the same place.
@Pennyfeather: I agree. I get rage-y when people who are "born on 3rd base and think they scored a home run" attribute all their success to hard work.
Anything I have is due to luck or privilege. I work, but not more so than anyone else.
@femme-bot: Yes indeed. And I'm sure we all know so many people who really do work themselves to the bone and still have so little. Remember that lady GWB talked to at one of those town halls who told him she was working three jobs and barely making ends meet (he responded with some insensitive garbage about how she was living the American dream, I believe)?
My family is hardly "rich," but I was definitely born into a life where I never had to worry about money or income.
Yet, I was the kind of child that would begin to cry my eyes out if I saw a homeless person or African children who needed food on the television. Due to my carefree upbringing, I just couldn't imagine why anyone would allow another fellow human being to go hungry when it seemed like there was so much to go around. As I got older and shifted into my college years I found myself more naturally gaining friends who were not as financially sustained as I was.
I often felt guilty for being better off than some of my friends who had worked since they were 12 and it even lead to a depression when I was honestly trying to find work after college. But I came to realize something important.
You should never feel guilty for the blessings you have in life, but rather be thankful and try to do your very best with the opportunities you have.
@Kitty: Your last line is dead on. As a kid, I wouldn't do that crying, but now that I'm in my twenties and my world has opened up and I've traveled and seen real poverty and hardship and injustice...
My family thinks I'm ridiculous, that I'm an unexpected bleeding heart... But I think I'm weepier now because I have my own money stresses for the first time and I already feel like I'm drowning, and then I see "True Life: I'm Homeless" and can't help but wonder then how they must feel.
@Pennyfeather: Yeah, it really puts your life in perspective when you see the issues that other people must deal with everyday.
That's not to say that your problems are any less important or worth dealing with. It just means that we need to be aware of our blessings just as much as we are of our hurdles.
11/21/09
So, at what point can we round up these guild-ridden rich people, send them on an island, and let poor people hunt them for prize money? Your quarry comes with its inheritance, trust fund, and stock options. Plus any edible portions of the kill.
11/21/09
They don't seem to get much supervision or have to endure the kinds of work-related headaches most of us regular folks do. I'm thinking long daily commutes, performance reviews, and the like. Let's see some of these trust funders take 40-hour-a-week middle-management jobs for companies in Tulsa, Cincinnatti, Fresno, or the like. Now that would be real sacrifice.
11/21/09
11/21/09
you'll see their eyes are just like yours.
Hold their hand,
it will feel like yours.
Listen to their heart, it beats like yours.
...
I wish people could talk about their problems, their pains, their depressions without the judgement of those listening. It defeats the point of listening...
We all get sad, lonely, depressed. The rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick, the beautiful, the not-so-much. Is is too much to have a touch of empathy? (Anyone see Funny Face? Anyone?)
- this might also be an extension of my mother's comment after I told her about Dahl Kim's death... "Was she too rich and beautiful?"
11/20/09
11/21/09
#tips
11/20/09
11/20/09
I try to remember stay grateful because whatever I don't have, someone else has less. But I do ever feel the need to share my complaints, I'll direct them not up the ladder or down, just across.
11/20/09
11/21/09
#tips
11/21/09
[www.youtube.com]
It changed my life.
11/21/09
#tips
11/20/09
It's the Paris Hiltons, with their stupidity, entitlement, and lack of any sort of empathy or personal responsibility that annoy me. Not to say poor or middle class people can't act entitled...but thinking you better BECAUSE you have money is a terrible way to be.
Look at Ivanka Trump vs Paris Hilton
Chelsea Clinton vs Meghan Mccain or the Bush twins in terms of attitude.
11/20/09
11/20/09
11/20/09
The funny thing is, my young stepsister recently said to me, totally unbidden, how great it is to be free of her dad's name, because she wasn't sure where he left off and where she started. She had to move across the Atlantic to make that break!
11/20/09
I knew people in graduate school who were given quite a lot (I went to a Big Name School on scholarship) and worked their butts off -- which is exactly what I would hope would be the result of the advantages they had.
11/21/09
All I was trying to say was that I don't think it's much good to tell people to shut up because their problems don't matter. In my *very* small way I've seen how hard it can be to feel like you didn't earn something--especially after working your ass off--and like people don't take you seriously. I guess I'm thinking a bit about my stepsis; her dad tried to hand everything to her while she was growing up because she struggled with severe depression and other problems. Jobs, money, the lot; all of it was just him making a call. Yet it wound up just preserving her depression because it made her feel worthless. I've never seen her happier than she is now, working at a job she got totally on her own, not taking ANY money from parents, generally kicking ass and taking names in the big city. The worst part is her dad will still say things like 'oh of course she got the job instantly when they found out who her old dad was', totally ignoring that she was top of her class and she didn't mention her dad until after her current employer offered her a job. Thankfully she's confident enough now to let it roll off her back.
#tips
11/21/09
Feeling sad about having connections? Does not compute.
#tips
11/20/09
11/20/09
11/21/09
11/21/09
#tips
11/21/09
i don't know, i was probably too sensitive. full disclosure: i'm a rich kid with a suicidal dad. i can't imagine going, well dad's in the hospital again...but hey, at least we have the beach houses! money really doesn't make a difference in that type of scenario.
#tips
11/21/09
I didn't mean, "well dad's in the hospital again...but hey, at least we have the beach houses!"
But wealth provides a level of cushion and security that people without it don't have
For many people, dad going to the hospital would mean that dad loses his job, they lose their place to live and they wind up on the streets
"well dad's in the hospital again...but thank god that him missing work doesn't mean he will lose his job and we won't have a place to live" is a bad place to be but money provides a backstop that keeps it from being an economic disaster as well as emotionally painful
#tips
11/21/09
On a purely practical level borrowing money for cabs to the hospital, begging at the bank and relying on handouts is not fun. I've been there. My 2 cents: some financial security will make the practicalities a wee bit easier and that's about it.
Good luck joutfit!
11/21/09
@SuzyBee: Thank you for saying what I meant better than I said it. My father died of cancer when I was in hs and it changed *****everything***** from being ok and having enough to total chaos. Money would have helped a lot.
#tips
11/21/09
11/20/09
11/20/09
I grew up in a family on the rise, and by the time I graduated, we were on the cusp of the upper-middle-class. I try incredibly hard to never pity myself or my opportunities or my finances because I know I, like she, will never be homeless, will always have someone to go home to. It's a challenge, but I figure that the more you've been given in life, the more you lose your ability to hold a pity party -- and if you're the best kind of person, you spend some of your life trying to help others reach the same place.
11/20/09
Anything I have is due to luck or privilege. I work, but not more so than anyone else.
11/21/09
11/21/09
People shouldn't have to be able to afford a house in Scarsdale to live in a school district with books and desks for all the kids.
Work should pay a living wage.
#tips
11/20/09
Yet, I was the kind of child that would begin to cry my eyes out if I saw a homeless person or African children who needed food on the television. Due to my carefree upbringing, I just couldn't imagine why anyone would allow another fellow human being to go hungry when it seemed like there was so much to go around. As I got older and shifted into my college years I found myself more naturally gaining friends who were not as financially sustained as I was.
I often felt guilty for being better off than some of my friends who had worked since they were 12 and it even lead to a depression when I was honestly trying to find work after college. But I came to realize something important.
You should never feel guilty for the blessings you have in life, but rather be thankful and try to do your very best with the opportunities you have.
11/20/09
My family thinks I'm ridiculous, that I'm an unexpected bleeding heart... But I think I'm weepier now because I have my own money stresses for the first time and I already feel like I'm drowning, and then I see "True Life: I'm Homeless" and can't help but wonder then how they must feel.
11/20/09
That's not to say that your problems are any less important or worth dealing with. It just means that we need to be aware of our blessings just as much as we are of our hurdles.