An aquaintance once remarked, by way of taking out and terminating a tedious ‘zOMG are teachers total slackers because they get summer vacation?’ discussion, “The difference between ‘vacation’ and ‘unemployment’ is your bank balance at the time.”
It is indeed perverse that there are people who are working their asses off to make money they won’t have time to spend in any reasonably hands-on way; but calling the condition of somebody who simply can’t wring more than 20-30 hours a week out of their shit job ‘leisure’ betrays an unfamiliarity with poverty so profound that it probably feels at home on the WSJ editorial pages and could be cured only by a holiday in Cambodia or ontological reassignment to the role of a despised minority with several drug convictions and no marketable skills.
