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your life can really go anywhere. every single person is different. my grandmother is a lawyer with her own practice; she’s been doing it for over 50 years and she’s probably going to do it forever because she has no savings or investments. since she has to take care of her husband — my grandpa carlos has diabetes — they’ve been living paycheck to paycheck.
my mom is a teacher. she made peanuts for the first 10 years of teaching, then a little bit more than peanuts, and now, she has a few specialized degrees + certificates, and she finally finished her masters. all the kids are out of the house and she’s not married anymore. so she went up a few paygrades and now has cash that she didn’t used to have. she’s using that money to pay off her mountain of debt, but she also gets to go out and have fun now. like, she has a dog, she makes trips to wineries every so often, etc. she gets to help out family in tiny ways, where before she wasn’t able to at all
my dad is a professor and lives paycheck to paycheck, it’s honestly confusing to me, he has mountains and mountains of debt but he defers and misses payments on all of it; he prefers to spend his money on going out to eat every day and seeing concerts. he has no investments or savings
meanwhile i know some actors and some musicians who have like savings, stocks, bonds and IRAs; they save just the tiniest amount, and figure out tax deduction tricks, and they have $. more $ than me. i need to figure out these tricks.
matt just got a no-interest no-fee credit card and he was happy enough with that, but his parents told him some tricks with credit cards that made him blush, like, it’s weird, the tricks you can do with money. money money money, it’s so funny.
(you know, matt was a film major (changed from comparative lit) and he’s currently director of ad operations for a radio/podcast network. and he writes scripts, and he took an improv class a month ago…like, this is not at all where he thought he’d be a few years ago)
basically, know that your degree, in 2014 and beyond, will have a high chance of not having anything to do with what you eventually “go into,” and that, beyond that, your choice in career has very little guarantee of a specific income level
do you know also i’ve been hearing that law schools and certain STEM departments have been graduating more people than their job markets demand ? a lot of people went into law school in the early 2000s thinking it was a sure guarantee of moolah only to find no jobs when they graduated. i’ve seen a lot of articles like this. i’ve also heard some sad stuff from friends who enrolled in med programs, like, they spend a ton of time and money on their education, 10 years of schooling and accreditation total, and it will take another 10 years of non-stop work until they break even, stuff like that
v v oh yea for my new followers, firme tracks is a series that i do — songs fit to play in a ranfla. this means chicano rap, old soul, latin jazz, slow hip hop, cumbia/banda, sometimes r&b, pop, and doowop. when you hear a song with good harmonies and a smooth melody with a thick bass and/or horn section, that’s firme.
so that’s what you can expect! my other mixes go slightly outside of these genres with 60s garage/pop, disco, folk and indie songs if u are interested in that. i work pretty hard on them
Their gratuitous displays of success and upward mobility—as with many rappers a few decades later—mocked their real lower-class status while laughing in the face of racist whites perplexed as to why these poor players were refusing to perform their socially-scripted roles as “subservient negroes”.
and that is why
i have no patience for so-called marxists or class-conscious people who choose to call out rappers bragging about their wealth
it’s a completely different context than a politician or rock singer bragging about their wealth. it’s saying, “i know where you’d prefer me to be — in jail, in the ground, out of your sight, out of your world. but i’ll tell you where i am instead: a mansion. driving a nice car. surrounded by nice things.”
white people getting steamed by this means it’s a successful taunt
also try not to be ashamed of your emotions or thoughts, this might be able to help you break the cycle of “ugh this is stupid / i’m stupid / they’re stupid / i’m so stupid for feeling stupid / i’m so stupid for feeling sad”
do not be ashamed. remember anais nin:
"shame is the lie someone told you about yourself"
the lie someone told you is that bad feelings must be exorcised
it is natural to feel anxious. it is natural to be sad. we are built with the capability for a wide range of emotion and this makes us human. people who are obsessed with staying positive can be just as bad as those who are obsessed with being negative; they shame themselves for “bad” thoughts or feelings
do not feel guilty. there are a lot of terrible things in the world. acknowledge that. acknowledge that there are things that are not on the grand scale of bad things, but some things are just irritating, like, why the fuck does this ugly shirt cost so much?! and that’s a totally valid feeling, be angry at prices and at the evil that can exist in people, and feel sad
the problem is if you keep circling back to the mire
feel sad, feel vulnerable — then realize — how much strength it takes to be vulnerable! how human you are to admit that you’re sad! how finely tuned your conscience is to want to right the wrongs of the world! your sadness is the flickering of a light within you, reminding you that you exist, and your life is precious
the mistake is to see the flickering and move to blow it out
now is the time to add more fuel and keep going
well if you scientists came up with some got-dang better birth control options, it wouldn’t be so got-dang difficult to introduce birth control to women all over the world! and integrate it into their lives! just stop making birth control that hurts us and push the technology forward so it isn’t as expensive JUST A THOUGHT
STOP INVESTING IN TOMS SHOES
STOP INVESTING IN SMARTPHONE TECHNOLOGIES
OUR PHONES ARE PRETTY COOL RIGHT NOW
we won’t mind if you put a pause on that stuff for global HEALTH AND EDUCATION FOR WOMEN
we give you permission. you made cool phones. we’re very proud of you. now get to work
if only we weren’t living in an age of [an abundance of] graphic design and digital photography
if only we didn’t live in a world where a person can make an ugly blog theme and sell it at $30 a pop
in my america, that stuff would be cause for a public shaming
Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one’s perceptions, half way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh? or did [Mrs. Ramsay] lock up within her some secret which certainly Lily Briscoe believed people must have for the world to go on at all? Every one could not be as helter skelter, hand to mouth as she was. But if they knew, could they tell one what they knew? Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs. Ramsay’s knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs. Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs. Ramsay’s knee.
Nothing happened. Nothing! Nothing! as she leant her head against Mrs. Ramsay’s knee. And yet, she knew knowledge and wisdom were stored up in Mrs. Ramsay’s heart. How then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about people, sealed as they were? Only like a bee, drawn by some sweetness or sharpness in the air intangible to touch or taste, one haunted the dome-shaped hive, ranged the wastes of the air over the countries of the world alone, and then haunted the hives with their murmurs and their stirrings; the hives, which were people. Mrs. Ramsay rose. Lily rose. Mrs. Ramsay went. For days there hung about her, as after a dream some subtle change is felt in the person one has dreamt of, more vividly than anything she said, the sound of murmuring, and, as she sat in the wicker arm-chair in the drawing room window she wore, to Lily’s eyes, an august shape; the shape of a dome.
- to the lighthouse, section 1 chapter IX (emphasis added)