Dear Rich People: There is literally no reason to buy clothes that cost several thousand dollars outside of spectacle and if you’ve done that you are not allowed to judge poor people about their consumer choices I’m sorry
“Capitalism is about freedom for everyone, especially when it comes to the freedom to live off of other people’s labor and get obscenely wealthy in the process.”
“If you don’t like the way a business treats its employees, shop somewhere else; ethical consumerism will shift attention away from those who treat their workers like shit and onto the individual consumer.”
“The right to voluntarily enter into binding contracts should never be abridged, especially when those contracts carry implicit power and class imbalances with them.”
“Corporations participate in philanthropy every now and then, thus alleviating the structural theft they participate in every day.”
“Poor people just need to find jobs and prove that they can be profitable to me, all so they can demonstrate that they deserve to gain access to the life necessities I have so much of that I could wipe my ass with them.”
• White people are not the problem, racists are.
• Muslims are not the problem, terrorists are.
• CIS people are not the problem, transphobic people are.
• Christians are not the problem, homophobic and judgmental people are.
• Rich people are not the problem, wealthy people who used the poor to become rich and make fun of the lower class are.
• Those who share, celebrate and honor a culture are not the problem, those who wrongly appropriate a culture to lower it or make fun of it are.
• Men are not the problem, misogyny and those who think are they’re the better sex are.
• Women are not the problem, misandry and those who think are they’re the better sex are.
• People are not the problem, their bad actions are.
This bitch right here had a mimosa in her hand, decided she didn’t like it, and just dumped it on the tile floor. Dumped it. Then she went and got napkins…..to clean off her hands. After watching two people walk through it (safely) and being terrified they were going to slip and fall, I went and got napkins and cleaned it up myself (until an employee noticed and politely refused to let a customer finish the cleanup job). She didn’t even glance at me as I cleaned up the mess next to her feet.
That was absolutely despicable. Well, guess what bitch, you’ll be tumblr famous for it now.
When the federal government sent every resident of Chavez Ravine a letter in 1949 saying they would be required to sell their homes, it wasn’t a completely bad thing at first. Sure, moving to a new place would be a downer for the generations of Mexican-Americans who’d turned the tiny valley, located not far from Downtown Los Angeles, into a self-sufficient, small-town-like community that ran its own school and just generally existed independent of the bustling metropolis that surrounded it. But it was all going to be replaced with a shiny new housing development, and residents would have first pick of the new units once they were built.
Not everyone left, of course, and those who did received way less compensation for their homes than they deserved. But what choice did anyone really have in the long run? People who just flat-out refused to leave would eventually succumb to the healing powers of eminent domain, anyway.
The project, which was fancily named “Elysian Park Heights,” found one of its most vocal backers in Frank Wilkinson, the assistant director of the Los Angeles City Housing Authority at the time. Unfortunately, as you may recall from your stupid history books, LA in the 1950s was awash in a Communism scare so intense that actors and writers who refused to testify in front of the House Un-American Activities Committee were blacklisted from working in Hollywood altogether.
However, it didn’t stop with entertainers. Pretty much anyone who came off as even sort of sympathetic to any idea that could possibly be construed as Communism could be called to testify, or even more terrifyingly, sent to jail. Do you see where this is going?
Sure enough, almost as soon as the idea was announced, the Red Scare types started howling about how providing affordable housing for low-income residents was something the damn dirty Russians would do. Just like that, Frank Wilkinson found himself in front of the Un-American Activities Committee, answering questions about whether he secretly hated America. It was decided that he did. He was fired from his job with the Housing Authority and sentenced to a year in jail, all because he had a plan to rebuild those houses the government forced so many people to leave.
Some residents stuck around and kept fighting after that, but it all became pointless after a man named Norris Poulson ran for Mayor of Los Angeles (and won) on a platform centered mostly around keeping Socialist plots like Elysian Park Heights from ever happening. Shortly after taking office, he negotiated a deal in which the city bought the land taken from Chavez Ravine residents back from the federal government at a steep discount, with the understanding that it would be designated for public use. No sweat, the public can always use a baseball stadium! Especially when it’s just replacing a bunch of stupid houses!
And that’s the story of how the city of Los Angeles used anti-Communist hysteria to steal Chavez Ravine and turn it into Dodger Stadium.
It’s just the way it works – you accommodate the guests, and at that income level, it means you stay out of the way of whatever they want to do. When a car full of female escorts pulls up, you go and assist them. It isn’t illegal prostitution when rich people do it – it’s just a “private party.”
On one occasion, I went to collect bags from a guest, and when I was let in, the room was in shambles. The windows had been taped. Not just a little tape on the window, either – the entire window was covered. I was completely taken aback. It looked like the meth house from Breaking Bad (pick one), but the guest walked out in a suit, spoke like a completely normal person, and had all of his teeth. He never once acknowledged the mess other than to mention he needed housekeeping. I asked the housekeeper about him later and she just shrugged and said he tipped well.
I live and let live mostly. Nothing really bothers me when I’m out and about because the world is full of shitty people and I don’t have time to worry about all of them. Something just came over my SPIRIT this morning on the bus though and I 100% called this Upper East Side white lady a miserable bitch on a crowded bus on my way to work.
YG Spent 2 Billion Won on BIGBANG’s Teaser Video Alone
“All the songs on BIGBANG’s new album are special. That’s why we decided to release two songs a month so that none of the songs are overlooked. We are also considering making a music video for all of the songs.” - Yang Hyun Suk (YG)
Dear Prudence, I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids arrive in overflowing cars from less fortunate areas. I feel this is inappropriate. Halloween isn’t a social service or a charity in which I have to buy candy for less fortunate children. Obviously this makes me feel like a terrible person, because what’s the big deal about making less fortunate kids happy on a holiday? But it just bugs me, because we already pay more than enough taxes toward actual social services. Should Halloween be a neighborhood activity, or is it legitimately a free-for-all in which people hunt down the best candy grounds for their kids? —Halloween for the 99 Percent
I think you see where I’m going with this. Already you must divert what funds you should rightfully be able to use on that second yacht to supporting America’s notoriously robust, even overadequate, social safety net. Must you also give candy bars to poor, lazy urchins who don’t even know the value of a hard day’s work, and thereby teach them that they deserve the same king-size Kit-Kat bars that the nose-to-the-grindstone children in your own neighborhood have earned honestly?
It’s not your fault that your neighbors’ precious offspring had the foresight and diligence to be born into unimaginable wealth, while these moocher-babies couldn’t even get it together enough to land with a couple of piddly-ass lawyers.
This is America, not communism! Don’t feel bad for standing up to this encroaching oppression; give the poors a Snickers and they’ll soon get all kinds of uppity ideas about having access to the same education, health care and political enfranchisement that their wealthy superiors enjoy. And then where would we be? A nation full of people who believe they’re created equal in the eyes of the Great Pumpkin?
Halloween isn’t about trick AND treat, it’s about trick OR treat. Feel free to avail yourself of the “or” and instead of handing out candy, drop a bootstrap in their buckets.