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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Jesse - May 17, 2005 11:12:58 am PDT #4981 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

It all depends on where you sit. My paternal grandfather was the first person in his family to go to college. All his life, his brothers and parents thought he was crazy, because they made a hell of a lot more money on the railroad than he ever made teaching high school.

I'm talking about why I don't think that income = class.


tommyrot - May 17, 2005 11:13:24 am PDT #4982 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I think I've posted this before, but I'm surprised at how little class consciousness there was where I grew up. I knew there were a few kids whos parents were poor, as they got reduced prices for school hot lunches. And our doctor drove a Cadillac. Beyond that, everyone seemed the same (classwise) to me.


Gudanov - May 17, 2005 11:13:37 am PDT #4983 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

I can't work out how some of my family members are so flush.

There is one couple in my family that absolutely mystifies me. He is a youth pastor and she is a photography assistant for her mom's studio. They just built a house that's more than twice as expensive as our house and they show up to family events in a Lexus LX470 SUV. I don't mind them having more money (everyone in my family does), I just can't figure out where it comes from.

Edit: Also about 8 years ago they asked me for money so he could pursue his calling in the church.


Jesse - May 17, 2005 11:14:24 am PDT #4984 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I just can't figure out where it comes from.

Drugs.


tommyrot - May 17, 2005 11:14:31 am PDT #4985 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

There is one couple in my family that absolutely mystifies me. He is a youth pastor

He sells drugs? LSD in the communion wafers?

xpost....


Calli - May 17, 2005 11:14:36 am PDT #4986 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Some of it's timing, too. My folks were both high school teachers between 1945 and 1990. They never got rich, but they always had a decent, 3 bedroom house and the cash to take their kids on vacations every summer instead of picking up a second summer job. They ended up fairly comfortably, with a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and enough discretionary money to go on a vacation to other countries every other year or so after they retired. They were able to send my sister and me through our undergrad degrees without going into debt. They have a rather nice car and, even though Mom's racked up and will continue to rack up significant medical bills for the foreseeable future, they say they have it covered.

I don't know if high school teacher salaries would buy that for folks starting now.


sumi - May 17, 2005 11:17:00 am PDT #4987 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Gud - are they in debt up to their ears?


Gudanov - May 17, 2005 11:17:59 am PDT #4988 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

Gud - are they in debt up to their ears?

I've got no clue. It's a mystery.


JohnSweden - May 17, 2005 11:20:16 am PDT #4989 of 10001
I can't even.

On a list I'm on, the Kansas Monkey's Uncle 2 discussion has been raging for days, with a couple of far righteous folks defending said backwardsness. This gem appeared today:

There is a growing movement in Kansas to add ID/CS to the curriculum. IMHO it is less about theology and more a push to "take back" the schools.

Exactly. It is teleology that wants to be Lysenkoism when it grows up.


§ ita § - May 17, 2005 11:22:39 am PDT #4990 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I was a little chuffed to work out that one of my high-living (Why must I pump my own gas? I didn't do this in the Old Country) relatives was living beyond her means. She'd not made it to the point of admitting her household wasn't pulling in $2M/year (like oldest sis), or that being a single mother whose kid was starting Morehouse (unlike second older sis with a similar income) was a costly proposition.

Her younger sister, with her law degree and having passed the bar, OTOH, said "Fuck it. I'm staying home and getting pregnant, and we'll fly everywhere all the time, because the love of my life is a flight attendant." Which was very cool. But making that admission must have been stressful.