“The economy is doing great, sweety.”
Don’t you love being gaslighted about the economy?
I’ve been saying this for months now. If every metric of the economy says things are doing great but people are reporting unprecedented levels of economic anxiety, then the only thing we know is that the metrics we use to measure the economy are flawed!
Seriously. An economy isn’t dictated by natural law. We’re not finding the diffusal rates of two different viscous liquids or trying to piece together why particle X behaves the way it does in light, in other words: there is no “right answer” to be revealed through observation. We’re talking about an entirely man-made, artificial social construct. If the people who make up “the economy” are saying the economy’s bad, we already have the conclusion and should be working backwards from that.
The economy is going great for massive companies.
For us humans, it’s quite shit.
It’s ok to keep eating chips and drinking coke to fuel this capitalist bullshit nightmare.
Change your buying habits and maybe things will change.
A small personal bag of Cheetos cost more than a can of Campbell’s soup. I would think the metal alone would cost more than the whole bag and chips inside. We are being fleeced.
I’m not broke
I’m in debt
And I’m in precarity.
And that is what is stressing me out, and if I were less aware yeah, a stong-appearing leader might be an attractive candidate. Over 80% of the US is in this situation, according to some studies.
In 2020, Biden and Harris were the most right-wing of the possible candidates in the DNC primary. Biden made more effort than I expected but less than people need.
Harris needs to push for election reform to give more power to the public, and in the meantime push for way more relief while we figure out how to gut SCOTUS (maybe literally) and restore the power for the state and federal government to regulate commercial interests.
Then and only then will the US back away from one-party autocracy and civil war.
Long odds.
It may be too late already.
But that is the road back away from the precipice.
Yeah, people who want Trump or any dictator just want to stop feeling scared and broke.
Its not hard to see them as people just hoping for an easy fix without thinking it through cause most people wouldn’t. Life is simple to them.
This kind of shit is why people say both sides cause until money and geriatrics get out of power it’s not anywhere near enough to fully stop an autocratic takeover.
Agreed.There is also, a bit, of tribalism and propaganda at work.
This is what’s going to help Trump the most, sadly.
OK, but Americans are nuts.
Nobody cares what’s going on in Africa, why would people care about what’s going on in America?
Have you ever even seen their last or current presiden?
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.
“Okay I cut back on the SODAS and AVACADO TOAST and CONCERT TICKETS(!) and now I’m saving $76/month. Any tips on rent taking up 40% of my income?”
you’re just bad at managing money.
No, this country is bad at paying people.
At the same time we’re breaking travel records: https://www.usnews.com/news/top-news/articles/2024-07-08/us-agency-screens-record-3-million-airline-passengers-in-single-day
The truth is somewhere in the middle. Some people are hurting. Others are splurging for whatever reason.
I’m one of those who don’t spend my money on anything except the essentials and splurge for trips and stuff. I don’t see a future any more, so I might as well enjoy whatever little I can get in this life.
That’s what I’ve been seeing more of my millennial friend group doing. Basically said fuck saving for retirement. The world is going to shit before then.
So…their plan is to be destitute later in life?
Nope. Just dead.
I used to think the world was ran by adults. That has been proven time and time again that they are in fact not adults.
The environment is starting to get worse and worse. Just last year, in DECEMBER, there was a tornado in my area. To add to that, tornados have been more and more common as I’ve gotten older. When I was a kid, you MIGHT have gotten one or two in my area a year. That has doubled now that I’m an adult.
I don’t know where you live where you see a future to save for, but here in the US, it’s just not something I can see in the cards anymore. Trust me, I used to be all about saving. I’d rather enjoy my life right now, while I still have some energy.
Tornado Alley has shifted to the southeast over the past few decades, that is true. But people have populated the Great Plains, where Tornado Alley used to be centered, for many generations. Why don’t you think your community will survive where others have survived?
Certainly heading that way by their actions. But flip side they think I’m saving for a retirement that won’t be worth having because the environment will be collapsing.
I don’t know what exactly the climate is going to look like in 30 years, but society is still going to exist. I deeply understand feeling sad about the state of the environment, but giving up is only going to make things worse for them in the future
Apocalypse spending.
People throwing cash on the fire to make themselves feel happy for a moment the same way the games industry is using addiction to keep spending on microtransactions high.Also rebound from covid with the wealthy trying to maximise on their “lost” time.
Times are weird.
Wow one whole data point? People must be doing awesome. \s
Eh… Little bit of column A, little but of column B.
40%? That’s not broke. My rent takes up closer to 75% of my rent. And I live in a tiny apartment with no pets, despite wanting a cat, but knowing it’s unfair to have a cat that I can’t afford.
pity Olympics
If 40% of your income every month is being vaporized into nonequitable housing, you’re probably broke. You being taken advantage of even more than most people doesn’t make them “not broke” and that reply makes you frankly come across as a jaded cynic more than anything.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
