This is not ok. This yer wake up call. Time to react = NOW
I feel like this is a semi shout out to me personally. I have never made 35K in my life. I got close a few years ago.
Reblogging again because this is STILL A BIG IMPORTANT THING.
I’ve … I … you know, I would be fucking ecstatic to have that much money.
When I was going in to the law office, my lawyer carefully pointed out that while it’s likely I could get the lower award (what he considered “subsistence welfare”), it would “only” be $638 a month.
$638 a month is three times the rent we pay on this place. $638 a month means that if it kicks me off food stamps, we’d still be able to buy food, because most months we spend less than $200 on food anyway. $638 a month means we could go back to seeing movies now and again. Means I could buy a book on occasion, or an album, or feel financially secure enough to get a monthly bus pass over counting my pennies carefully and buying tickets anyway.
Yet that—to me, large, and humbling—amount comes in at less than eight thousand per year. Something that would lift me out of this grinding, brutalizing poverty would still place me well under the national poverty limit.