Everything I learned about money, I learned from my wealthy uncle.
“Deadbeat dads” spend as much on their children as parents in formal child-support arrangement, but prefer to support by providing provisions like food and clothes rather than via cash.
I volunteered weekly in a church’s soup kitchen, serving meals to adults who slept in their cars or in the woods. That night, I scraped plate after plate of expensive seafood into black garbage bags.
Turns out that the justices on the Supreme Court are way richer than you think they are. Or some of them are, at any rate; others are juggling credit card bills and dental payments.
Maybe Jeb would find it really helpful if everyone wrote their name, their age, and how many hours they work a week on a postcard and mailed it to his campaign headquarters.
Calling out stay-at-home parents is a social sin in posh neighborhoods.
If you’re at college and you need a loan, ask an English major.
The one thing we know for sure? The next inhabitant of the Oval Office will be rich.
When we prefer tall people and pay them more, what we might really be reacting to is the fact that they are the products of a) good genes, and b) a careful upbringing by affluent parents.
The rise of Don’s character is stratospheric: he leaps from a whorehouse and an outhouse to mistresses and Madison Avenue.