A Dollar and a Dream
“Kit Schultz, for example, is 28 and just arrived from Columbus, Ohio. In some ways, her story could have been told anytime in the last 50 years, and in other ways, it’s very typical of right now. She lost her job as a nanny late last year and found her prospects were dim. Before Christmas,…
“Kit Schultz, for example, is 28 and just arrived from Columbus, Ohio. In some ways, her story could have been told anytime in the last 50 years, and in other ways, it’s very typical of right now. She lost her job as a nanny late last year and found her prospects were dim. Before Christmas, she went out for drinks with some old college friends who are living in Brooklyn, and they invited her to come out and stay with them. So she packed a van, headed east, and arrived in New York on New Year’s Eve. A new year, a new life, she thought. Now she says, I am having a great time here, but it’s also very hard. I’ve never been this poor in my life. I don’t exactly know what tomorrow’s stories will be or even how I will pay my cell-phone bill. But I am confident this city will continue to open up for me in ways that I cannot even imagine, and I look forward and forward.” — New York Magazine
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You may have a lot in more common with this stereotype than you are willing to admit.
oh believe me i do and fully know it. the only thing that keeps me from being on welfare is a uterus.
*rob*
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Not surprising….especially when so much of the middle of the country seems to be heading backwards, while the coasts are becoming ever more progressive.
actually that is pure bullsh-t. nyc and california are regressing as more and more people from the fly over states populate it. duh
*rob*
“crackheads, welfare families”
What exactly makes you better than these people? You can’t look down on them and envy them at the same time. You may have a lot in more common with this stereotype than you are willing to admit.
Rob, you’re contradicting yourself… You say you’re envious of the welfare class and how presumably easy they have it, but then say you would “rather have scuffed-up shoes” than actually live in their crappy neighborhoods.
Anyway, if you keep ‘coasting’ (as you put it), one day your dream of living on welfare will likely be fulfilled. You’ll wind up an old man who can no longer take care of himself and has to depend on the state.
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Rob, it may be a scary thought but you might actually make a half-decent parent!
oh hells to the no. im having enough gruff coming to terms with being an older brother out of no where!
*rob*
I think the article is about as interesting as it gets for NY Magazine. Half of America’s youth wants to live in NYC…? Not surprising….especially when so much of the middle of the country seems to be heading backwards, while the coasts are becoming ever more progressive. Imagine all those kids who supported Obama but are stuck in Kansas with their gay hating parents. They see NYC as OZ.
I find solace in this because many of us are from other places, came here and did something with our lives.
I moved here in 2000 right after graduate school, I have no trust fund…come from hard working parents (middle class). My first job in NYC paid me $17,000 per year, and within 6 months, I moved up to $30,000 a year and thought I was RICH! Seriously.
Now 9 years later, I own my own little place in Brooklyn and life is grand.
I don’t think all of this would have been nearly as possible in other cities…especially not in my line of work.
“dirty hipster has mommy and daddy help him. that’s why he feels so dirty.”
actually not, but if thinking that makes you feel better then be my guest!!
Rob, it may be a scary thought but you might actually make a half-decent parent!
Reminds me of a song,
“I drove to New York
in a van, with my friends.”
Thought I’d have a lot to say but it’s just evaporated. Most people I know have roommates when they live in the Slope or expensive areas, and no roommates if they live in Sunset Park and cheaper places, so they’ve got more cash to spend. I live alone in Park Slope, various reasons why, but I tell myself if I really feel like going out to dinner all the f’ing time (which I don’t) I’ll just move to Bath Beach.