| That a family of five can only ever bathe in the same bathwater- youngest to oldest once a week and still be pretty damn clean and odour-free. |
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My husband grew up poor right here in the US. He never knew when his birthday was until he joined the military. They didn't have $ for birthday gifts or cakes. The only presents were at Xmas, usually cheap charity gifts. His mom was a schoolteacher, dad a carpenter who drank and sold homemade whiskey. They raised most of their own food but were often in debt to store or needed to "borrow" milk from neighbors. He had never been to a swimming pool, only the river. College wasn't even a possibility without military and GI bill. He won't wear sandals because the "sandals" he had as a child were too small school shoes with toes and heels cut out. His sisters made all their own clothes.
Our son is now with the Peace Corps in Panama. Hot running water is unheard of, as is steady electricity. Most people have no idea with poor means. |
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I was in middle school before I learned that American cheese was not government cheese.
We got what we called government cheese from a church distribution point once a month or so. The school lunch menu always described the pizza as having American cheese on it. I just assumed they were the same thing. (Get it? American = government.) In retrospect, I understand that the government cheese may have been American cheese, but the school lunch ladies were not putting literal government cheese on the pizza. |
Yep. Husband grew up with Saturday night bath only. Hot water is pretty dear when you have to pump it from the well, then heat it on wood you chopped, stacked and carried yourself. Everyone in the family used the same tub and then it was used to scrub out the privy. No one in the family EVER smelled. You washed your pits and private parts daily with a washcloth. There are still plenty of families here in Appalachia that heat with wood or coal and have no hot water heaters. |
Agree completely and like the word piss. |
| What Walmart is like |
| They don't know how to use a laundromat. |
My uncle use to say.... The more dough you have the less shit you taste on your shit sandwich. |
PP here. On second thought, I don't know that I agree with this post. Reason being, most people I know who have their own "rags to riches" stories - appreciate how to treat other people. It strikes me as peculiar that you are so angry. I understand rich people being oblivious and ignorant (stupid, really - emotionally and socially) because they have such a truly sheltered existence - but I expect more from people who know both sides - certainly, I don't expect this level of anger. Instead, I would expect humility and gratitude - not in a "pushover/doormat" DC way, but in a "knowing how to treat people better" way. As for the rich people I know, they treat people better, because their family has a legacy to protect. |
+1 BINGO. |
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DP. That definitely is true about other countries. I just wanted to say that my dad was born here in the US and the first time he visited a real dentist was when he joined the military after graduating from college. He said it was a very surprising experience. Needless to say he has horrible teeth. |
| ....that earning $100,000 is a good salary, even in DC, and provides a comfortable lifestyle. |
I am the poster who castrates pigs. My dad only had shoes in the winter and didn't know what deodorant was until he went to the Army. They brushed teeth with chewed ends of sticks. My grandma still had an outhouse in the 80s when I was growing up, and used a wringer washer and clothes line. People in the US are now spoiled rotten. It will come back to haunt us before long. |
Where do you teach? #scary |