“Debt is not just an emotional or financial burden; it is a form of social control. Commercial rates of interest on student loans will mean that graduates have their lives dictated to them by a need to constantly produce. We will work harder and for longer, in the midst of a diminishing welfare state, while having our incomes siphoned off to pay for the profits of large consortiums. The effects of privatising debt will be to make education more of a commodity, and to make us more precarious and exploited.”—Why the privatisation of student debt must be resisted | Michael Chessum | Comment is free | theguardian.com (via mnrva)
i get your point but people need to prioritise their money, how can you have sympathy for someone who is poor because they buy drugs?
Okay. So i get in to this argument a lot with people because of how some of my friends feel about homeless people. When we’re out and about, and someone asks for money, I’ll quite often give them some if I have it, or a smoke or w/e I have to hand, and a lot of people have said things along the lines of “most of them just spend it on drugs and alcohol anyway”
First of all, this is a way of easing the public’s conscience. It encourages people to believe that there are deserving/undeserving poor, and that therefore there are people worthy of help and those who are not.
Secondly, it’s incredibly condescending because it implies that people must behave in a certain way to be deserving of your precious help. Like they should fall on the floor, kiss your feet and at once start to save up for a fucking mortgage.
Thirdly, it’s just so fucking hypocritical! So many of my friends spend their money on drugs and alcohol. So many people spend money on things they don’t particularly need.
And the thing is, it’s just. I know what my decision would be if I were homeless and the choice was between spending the night on the street totally aware of my surroundings and spending the night on the street off my face.
And bringing it back to the original point of the question, people can spend their money how they fucking like. Maybe some people become poor because of drug addictions. But to pretend like all poor people are poor because of drug addictions or that all poor people with drug addictions are poor because of their drug addictions (rather than existing in a system where there is surplus to requirement, and a massive bias in favour of certain social groups and ridiculous wealth inequality) or that poor people are more condemnable if they have drug addictions is just daft.
Of course you should prioritise your money but shit happens, right?
1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.
3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.
4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.
5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.
6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.
7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.
It annoys me to no end when you get snobby tossers in the shop who ask me if I plan to “work on checkouts forever” because it’s so loaded with classist ideas/judgements/etc. The point is that there are all sorts of jobs and shit needs to get done. There’s nothing better or worse about working behind a til at a supermarket and making speculative wank judgments about finances (tbh, I’d much rather work in a supermarket) or plastering or teaching or working in a bakery or in a salon or in a bank or a court. It’s all work, and I hate how people feel the need to differentiate me between the “scum” who only want “low skill” jobs and good, worthy people who want to climb the ladder and get a house and a car and a mortgage. That’s such Thatcherite bullshit and I don’t know what the point of this post is but it’s like the 1284123498234th time I’ve heard some snide comment about working in a shop like it’s something to be ashamed of.
You have a real nice body, why did you ever hate it?
It’s pretty banging, right?
I hated it because I didn’t think I could possibly like it. And even still, I get the occasional day where I think my new found body acceptance is totally embarrassing and fake because how could I ever possibly like it - look at all the bulges and the extra fat and blah blah blah. And I don’t want to belittle myself or anyone else for feeling like that because the truth is, you’re more or less conditioned in to hating your body no matter what. And you’re not supposed to be confident or claim ownership of your own body because having a huge group of people who are confined by the aesthetic “value” of their bodies (although I am totally up in the air over the concept of worth and value and bodies because it’s all utter bullshit) is more beneficial than having a bunch of strong, positive, confident individuals.
And you know, I can’t really help the way my body is any more than a fern can help its leaf arrangement, or a tiger can help its whiskers, you know? I could probably go on a massive exercise regime and cut out some of the food I eat and lose a bit of weight or tone up but I don’t really want to, and my current lifestyle suits me.
Personally, coming to terms with my body has been more about accepting it in its fullness rather than loving it (although I am slowly coming the point where I 100% do). You have to forgive yourself and be kind to yourself and accept it ‘coos it’s here to stay and when you see how bloody sexy you are, it’s all gonna be reet.