Oh, don’t worry. You’re an asshole if you live in a $400k+ house too. Whoever you are and wherever you live, BB thinks it’s shitty and a physical manifestation of your character flaws.
Probably still beats a cannibal utopia.
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What I’m saying is that, outside of about three urban areas in the US, since 1960, inflation-adjusted rental prices have increased over 60% while real household incomes have increased less than 20%. So yes, Jimmy McMillan was inarguably factually correct - the rents are too damn high.
It’s a huge country. A tiny percentage of it is affected by the $4000.00 studio apartment phenomenon. I spend a lot of time traveling through flyover country. It is not a dystopian nightmare hellscape. It’s boring. People there shop at Walmart, eat at Chinese buffets and enjoy their above ground swimming pools in the summer. There are plenty of jobs and plenty of houses and apartments. Lots of people are perfectly happy there. If having a large living space for a reasonable amount of money is very important to you, you may be happy there too.
Sorry if things aren’t working out for you personally. I suggest you travel to some countries that have real poverty and real homelessness and real hunger to gain some perspective.
I grew up in a fairly large house in the countryside, but I still shared a bedroom with my brother until I was about 12-13*. Most of the rest of the stuff they laugh about, yeah that’s pretty much true as well, except all of those apartments look nicer than mine.
And yes, a lot of my furniture is Ikea, because I find it really easy to put together, and it lasts for years. I sometimes wonder if we get a different Ikea over here, but no, the running jokes are the same, so clearly there’s something weird about me.
*(when my parents added an extension, so my brother got their old room, which was much larger, leaving me with the tiny room, not that I’m still bitter or anything)
People working at Target can’t afford an apartment without the same cramped quarters you claim don’t exist, so you’re helping prove their point for them.
“Sorry if things aren’t working out for you personally. I suggest you travel to some countries that have real poverty and real homelessness and real hunger to gain some perspective.”
A lofty statement from someone who thinks a person can support themselves enough to live alone on retail hourly wages.
You’re not as grounded in “the people” as you purport to be.
IKEA furniture can be frustrating, because it’s inconsistent. My housemates and I buy a lot of it (it’s cheap, easy to assemble, etc) and some items are sturdy, inexpensive, and simple to assemble, while others are weirdly overpriced, flimsy, and take half a day to put together.
The Trysil wardrobe and discontinued Nyvoll bedframe each took many hours of frustrating work, and they’re both kinda crummy quality. But the Kivik sofa took maybe twenty minutes (though it’s overpriced for what you get), and the wonderfully named Jerker desk has kept its fan following since it was discontinued; mine’s 15 years old and built like a freaking steel shithouse.
I didn’t say nor imply that I personally am doing badly, so you can keep your false sympathy.
I specifically said “my hometown”, but nice attempt to deflect.
Seriously though.
I’ll be sure to let my neighbor, ex-boss and Target employee know that he can’t afford his house.
Congratualtions for not being part of “almost everybody”. I’m doing OK too so I guess I’m not in that group. I live in a neighborhood full of employed people who seem to making their house payments, keeping their lawns mowed and procreating at a furious clip. I have family in St Louis, Florida, Texas, Hawaii and New England. All happily employed home owners. By some strange coincidence none of us have fallen into your “almost everybody” group who are experiencing “tough” (whatever that is).
You should specify management then, not imply through omission that anyone could simply stock shelves and afford to live on their own.
I’ve always hankered after a lavishly-appointed, supervillain grade Zeppelin, myself.
Nope, not opulent enough. I’m talking huge, floating gin-palace, with a couple of biplanes for ground commutes.
Yes! Exactly!
I spent five years living in what the owner called “A mother in law’s apartment”. Something like 300 sq ft. Air conditioned. Full kitchen + a little screened in porch. It was in the corner of a big fancy house on the water. I loved it. I quickly learned not to buy or take home anything without first deciding where I would store it though. I knew where everything was and never lost anything. When I finally moved, everything I owned fit in my Jeep.