Monday, March 7, 2011

What's your class?

One of my favorite movies is Sophia Coppolla's Marie Antoinette. It's so beautifully made, with all the decadent clothing and desserts, I watch it several times every October because it always reminds me of my birthday. It also provides a simple reminder of what happens when the rich have it all (and why teenagers shouldn't have power), and the poor have nothing. What is welfare other than scraps thrown to keep the poor subdued? I don't like putting it in those terms, but it's the hard truth. Many people think others are poor because they didn't work hard, but really? Who the hell wants to be poor? Who wants to not know where their next meal is coming from? And have we really become a nation of people who despise those who have less than us?

There's a lot of talk in the media right now about teacher's unions. Some of the hateful vitriol I've heard toward said teachers is insanely frightening. My sister and my brother in law are teachers, people who go to great lengths to make sure the children they teach are prepared for the real world. They certainly are not getting wealthy off of the tax payers, so why are Americans so convinced that they are? And if people TRULY believe that, why aren't millions and millions of people rushing into college to become teachers?

The more people like John Boehner and Mitch McConnell get on TV and spew the absolute nonsense they are known for, I have to wonder, why is anyone in the middle class supporting these people? Why do people who make anything under $250,000 vote against themselves? They have to see what the unions have gotten the American worker over the years. I get it, I get it, big business provides the jobs, but what is the point of catering to them and giving them huge tax cuts, just to destroy the jobs of the middle class? If people don't have jobs, they can't buy stuff. So big business loses. Your business cannot be collecting tax cuts.

Money is really sick. There was a time when I really loved fancy things, loved diamonds and Louis Vuitton, but now, when people talk about money, I get nauseated. Whoever said it was the root of all evil said a mouthful.


Sophia the Writer said...

Gawd I hear you. I wanted to be rich so badly when I was younger - that's all my father ever told me was important. In Taiwan he STILL asks me, "Wouldn't a private jet make you happy?"

Now that the possibility of being rich keeps slipping away with every year I age, I don't know what to think anymore. Like I missed the boat somehow on that making money thing. And there's a whole echelon of friends/former classmates I don't have access to because I'm out of their class now.