I took "avoid the treadmill" to mean the exact opposite of what the author took it to mean. As in, do not go get another useless degree just because you don't know what to do and you are stalling. Get off the treadmill and start your life.
Some of this resonates and feel really motivating. Other parts of it feel... a little "I live internationally" (pinners?)
Ok, but I would never be brave enough to eat meat from a dollar store. Pasta and bread would be ok, cereal, oatmeal, baking supplies I can see (though flour can get too old). And most dried spices are going to lose their flavor after several months, if not sooner. I would suspect Dollar Store spices of already being old. Basically, food is not one of the things I value cheapness on, because worrying about health standards, freshness, etc. really makes it harder to enjoy. As it is, with a celiac spouse, cheap pasta meals are pretty much a non-thing for us; on the other hand, Trader Joe's and Costco have many reasonably priced GF pastas and other foods.
@navigateher Families, especially dysfunctional ones, do not run by logic or rules. "Stealing is stealing" may be simple enough to someone not in the family, but like @chevyvan says, this is not black & white in the slightest.
@navigateher I know what you guys are saying, and maybe mom *should* get the book thrown at her, but the lack of empathy or recognition that it's perfectly normal for the letter writer to have an internal struggle over turning their own mother into the police strikes me as really insensitive. Life isn't black and white.
@vanderlyn While I generally agree, the parts about how her friends were cobbling together jobs and businesses for a future of self-employment seemed pretty interesting. This kind of "necessity entrepreneurship" is something frequently seen in developing countries (and to a lesser extent during recessions here in the US, though traditionally more for professionals like lawyers/accounts than actual craftspeople). More power to them, I guess! Though the idea of an artisanal bourgeoisie which exists only to serve a tiny super-wealthy elite sounds a bit feudal for my tastes, that's San Francisco for you.
"Mr. Lashes, 34 years old, is an agent for Internet cats." Is it just me, or does Mr. Lashes sounds like a great name for a cat?
@limenotapple I've been thinking about how, well, everywhere, including The Billfold, people seem to fetishize living simply order to save for big items. It almost takes on a moral dimension: you skip lattes and pack lunches (frugal! self-denying!) and save money to "travel" (which is one of few forms of consumption that also takes on a dimension of self-righteousness). That's great if that's what you really want, but probably some people get more utility out of having a goddamn latte every morning, you know?
@CL I guess I don't understand the snark? She doesn't charge me for individual meetings. I pay her the same whether I meet with her weekly or annually or never. Why in the world would you be condescending about it?
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