My dissertation—defended in April and deposited just the other week—is about food access and farmers’ markets.
I have some potentially alarming news. IT’S POSSIBLE THAT YOU ARE NOT IN THE MIDDLE CLASS
Soup kitchens: they're not just for churches anymore.
I want just a little bit of everyday socialism.
This Longreads interview of Caitlin Moran is hilarious and great. She talks about the hell of writing a book (hint: do not drink 12 cups of espresso before noon) and teen fantasies and masturbation and all that good stuff. She also has some interesting insight into what it's like finding success and being 'absorbed into the middle class':
What was feared in the 80s was assimilated in 90s.
In sixth grade, my math teacher assigned us a project: We were supposed to pick a job, find out how much it paid per hour, and then calculate how many hours of work it would take to buy a few fantasy items. The teacher told us to ignore little details like taxes and living expenses. At the end, we made posters with pictures of the things we fake-bought.
Perhaps most of my time bank’s professionals, however devoted to egalitarianism in theory, still value their professional skills too highly to give them away for mere hours. And perhaps people in genuine poverty are too busy struggling to get by to participate in a time bank that may or may not help them when they need it most. This might be the most we could hope for from a hippie, progressive town that otherwise still runs overwhelmingly on dollars.