I'm clever enough with math to understand that this means chopping off 50 percent of my income as soon as it hits my checking account and stuffing it somewhere else, but I hadn't quite realized what that would feel like in practice.
Big news for NFL fans: in a move that multiple news sources call "largely symbolic," the National Football League has decided to eliminate its tax-exempt status and become a fully taxable entity.
At the beginning of 2014, I put my partner on the medical coverage I receive though my full-time employer. It was a godsend, as going without health insurance and trying to buy your own health insurance in New York City are both surefire paths to the poorhouse. For domestic partners who aren't married, or for those forbidden from wedding by law, it is perhaps the best work perk you can come by.
In which I share my 10 emotional responses to paying my taxes and having $41.51 left over.
"redistributionists" are a plurality of this country, outnumbering almost 2:1 the free-market true believer Ayn Rand-types.
I was walking home from work the other day when I realized that it had finally happened. I had reached the day where I couldn’t reasonably put off doing my taxes any longer. That got me thinking, how many other jerks are in the same boat? So, in an almost perverse fit of procrastination, I started digging around online for somedata. Instead of, you know, firing up TurboTax.
Every month, I need to put 20 percent of my income towards taxes, 20 percent towards debt, and 10 percent towards savings.