Im doing it for everyone else there who's been getting mean msgs.
I think tumblr is no place for haters. If you dont like someone, just unfollow. No need to tell em and being harsh.
If you wanna comment on someone else's blog, at least put it in the nicest way possible. People can get motivated by that.
Thank you, If you wanna unfollow me, i'd understand. :)
I didn’t want to unfollow you—I was just wondering why you would ask your followers to leave mean messages in the other person’s tumblr. I agree that if you don’t like something, you should just unfollow the person, but do you think that if we leave her bad messages, that she would be sad too? I like only leaving nice messages for people too, that’s why I was asking. :) You were one of the tumblrs I really liked because your nice messages always made me smile, when I see all these “tumblr wars” where people are putting hate messages up about other people. That’s all. I still love your blog. :)
I can’t find it in the depths of my cold, black heart to have sympathy for someone who blew through $10 million in less than a decade. Why should I now be applauding that person for being broke?
There are plenty of people who were broke - LEGIT poor/broke - before the recession that are in the same or worse boat now. And you don’t see anyone writing about their life story or the huge sacrifices they have to make to support their families. Why? Because that is how life is for them, and was before.
I know I come from a place of privilege. It just really bothers me that we’re supposed to go, “Ooh… can you imagine?! They had ALL THE THINGS! then made really terrible decisions financially and lost all the things and now they have to work SOO HARD!!!” when there are people EVERY DAY who can’t make ends meet. Not that they can barely make ends meet - they CAN’T. And they’re not looking for a fucking pat on the back or standing ovation when they do.
I especially hate that, as a society, we shame people who’ve been poor all their lives and that when people try to put individuals’ experiences in context people start talking about all the things poor people could’ve done had they just “made better choices and tried really hard” and clawed their way up to middle class, but feel sorry for people who had it all along. They didn’t have to work to get it. All they had to do was maintain the advantages they started with. Every poor person is supposed to strive to be the basis of a made-for-TV movie about overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds and fuck ‘em if they don’t but boohoo I had it and lost it but I’m still not poor. I can have empathy for just about anyone but what I really have a problem with is what it illuminates about how we look at poverty as being indicative of a character flaw in the person who is poor and not the people who exploit them. Because these stories affirm this point of view. This good wealthy person didn’t deserve for this to happen to them, you know? They aren’t like those poors who are just stupid and irresponsible and greedy and have misplaced priorities. UGH. I hate us sometimes. Get off my lawn and pull yourself back up by your own bootstraps unless you’re finally going to admit that we need to retire that phrase forever.
I hate even more the benevolent shaming of the poor by people like Barbara Ehrenreich, Morgan Spurlock in his 30 Days Show (specifically the minimum wage episode), and those like them. How her stories and others have rich white people taking a break from their rich white people lives to go ‘undercover’ as a real live poor person and write about how it ‘really’ is. No. That’s not how it ‘really’ is at all. You can’t just jump into the life from your comfortable one after saving up resources and think this is an accurate portrayal. And then they show how ‘shocking’ their lives are now to other white comfortable people who think this is accurate. And then they end on a note of, “Well, this is so awful! I’ll just pack up and go back to my awesome life now. Glad this isn’t my life!” How fucking disgusting. How fucking disgusting to showcase a fake controlled experiment as someone else’s, feign empathy, and then scurry back to your real life before the poor catches. This was best illustrated in Barbara Ehrenreich’s Nickeled and Dimed: On Not Getting By in America when she works all these minimum wage jobs (after starting out with a considerable chunk of change saved up, of course. Like we all do) and shows how grueling the work is, how her co-workers are essentially “not getting by”, and then she quits by just not showing up to one of her jobs and making it out to be the noble thing. Rich white people patting themselves on the fucking back about their taking a poor vacation to educate their rich white peers.
I’m not even getting into her new book about the economy here because I’m ranting already.