The idea that minimum wage doesn’t need to be a living wage because there needs to be room for growth and it’s mostly for kids or people wanting spare cash is nonsense.
The majority of people that would be helped by an increase in the minimum wage are people well into their thirties. Raising the minimum wage doesn’t just help the disproportionately young people making the minimum wage, or in many cases below it, it also raises the income of everyone that is immediately above the proposed wage as well by also raising their income.
It’s really common to toss around the fact that 45% of minimum wage workers are between 16 and 24, but the reality is the numbers skew older for the next income brackets above that. There are A LOT of people who have been in the labor market for years that are just above the minimum wage, work full-time and are disproportionately women, particularly women that are mothers. There is nothing for these millions of people to work up to.
Women are disproportionately not promoted, and most of these low-wage people are working in retail and the service industry, which is notorious for not having an up for people to work up to.
The most ridiculous idea that capitalism sells us is that everyone except for us would be entirely lazy, to the point of allowing society to entirely collapse, if they weren’t forced to work by threat of starvation. Do you think if we were all given enough money to take care of basic needs (food, shelter, non-designer clothes, etc.), nobody would try to do anything else to earn money to travel or buy video games or buy nicer sneakers or get a nicer car or go out to nicer bars, clubs, restaurants? Nobody would buy a new skateboard or remodel their house or go to Disney World? As bored and anxious and petty and competitive as people are, there’s no way in hell a universal basic income (or even out-and-out socialism/communism) would mean everyone half- or quarter-asses life.
The family, in the form in which it has existed since the triumph of industrial capitalism, is based on the isolation and confinement of married women to the home. The condition of the housewife is one of the most alienated in bourgeois society. The separation of women in the home makes it difficult for them to organise and act collectively. One of the most important developments of capitalism this century has been the way in which it has drawn women into the workforce, so that two workers in every five in Britain today are women, and most working class women spend a considerable portion of their lives at work. In the workplace women can acquire the collective organisation and power to liberate themselves, in conjunction with the men with whom they work, who are subject, like them, to capitalist exploitation.
The idea of the people I love, or just anyone who I’m any sort of internet presence for, feeling helpless and alone terrifies me more than my own fear. I really want to turn this into something that finally pushes me to have strength to heal myself, and to help carry others through it.
If I am anything to you, even if that’s just “a guy on the internet who makes me smile sometimes”, I’m here for you. If you have no one or if you feel like you don’t have enough strength, you have me. I’m writing this for my followers and for my friends so that you know you can count on me.
You’re stronger than you think you are, and even if it takes a long time for you to see that for yourself, I know you’ll get there, and I’m here to help.
Draw strength from the little things, from what no one can take away from you. Your favorite books, movies, shows, games. Your friends, your pets, your family (whatever that word may encompass for you), your goals, your sense of hope. Keep creating, keep supporting, keep loving. Don’t let go of any of that if you don’t have to.
Be there for who you love but never at the expense of your own safety and well being. We’re still hurting but we’re also healing and growing. You don’t have to give up, and you’re not alone. Reach out if you need to, I’ll listen.
“what salary range are you interested in” what kind of question is that???? i want the maximum money you are willing to give me. why is this on your application why don’t you just have a set number that you would give me if/when you make the job offer
summary: an ace and aroflux!phan fic in which they are both writers and the lines of their relationship blur but they’re always happy with how they are.
aroflux: someone who’s romantic orientation fluctuates (so one day they might be aro, the next demiro, and so on).
warnings: very brief mention of alcohol and i think nothing else?
an: i just wanted to write something one night and this is basically a list of fluffy headcanons
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!! <3 (also ty to larkspurlester who read this over for me!! ily)
They come together in the spring of their twenty third years, young and vulnerable but alone no longer. A college friend tells Dan about this writer guy, eccentric and dedicated to his writing but working in a small newspaper company. Dan’s not the most keen, but Fabian won’t relent, insists that they meet. They say, “Literally, all I ever hear from both of you is something about writing, and it’s getting old and I can’t appreciate it as much as I’d like,” and Dan huffs, rude, but relents and agrees to coffee.
As it happens, Fabian has to leave the second he turns up. Considering this was the only factor persuading Dan to go, he deliberates leaving, ditching and apologising later. But Fabian pushes him through the door before they leave with a yell of, “Phil!” and Dan’s helpless, floundering in an awkward sea because of them - not the most articulate thing he’s said, but he’s kind of stuck here. Damn you. The first thing Phil says is an absent apology for stealing his napkin to write down an idea. Dan forgets about hating Fabian and their predicament-inducing qualities.
for those of you who haven’t seen The Golden Girls:
(the one on the right is Rose btw)
like wow Crowley is such a nerd i cannot actually cope with this could he be any less suave?
also, much as i adore fics about Crowley watching James Bond i reckon fic writers also need to remember Crowley’s taste for old lady sitcoms.
(btw if when they move in together Crowley is totally embarrassed and keeps trying to watch it in secret or manufacture ways that they end up being forced to watch it and when Aziraphale finds out he brings it up whenever Crowley calls him frumpy but they totally fall asleep watching it together)