I heard in the news something about how the poor kids get cold cheese sandwiches for lunch and a fruit and milk. While the other kids who buy or pack get whatever they want. Or something to that effect. It singles the kids out, and they feel bad about being poor.
Oh. Cus, that's something new. There weren't poor kids before now, who ever felt different. Now, I never really thought I was poor, but when my mom and dad got divorced, we moved into a trailer, in a snobby community where I had no friends, and was always embaressed to say I lived in the "trailer park". We had a nice place, but my mom worked at Acme, and we never went without, we just usually went generic.
You know, like instead of a Pound Puppy, I had a Lonley Puppy. Instead of a Cabbage Patch Kid, I had a Pumpkin Patch Kid. (This happens to be the exact one I had...Penny!) Instead of Cavaricci's I had some other generic brand with a similarly placed white tag on the crotch. You get the idea. But I had new clothes every school year, and shoes on my feet, and we ate, and had cable (in high school).
But I remember we got reduced school lunches. Each week your home room teacher would call you to the front of the class to get your tickets. Everyone got a blue ticket, mine was bright pink. Everyone knew, that I got reduced lunches, or I was POOOOOOOR. But I really wasn't traumatized over it. I don't understand the world today filled with such sissified children. (Or rather, their parents teaching them to be sissies!)
I also remember getting free food for Thanksgiving from the church and telling my mom it was fun to be poor. And when we got food stamps, it was way awesome, cus we were allowed to buy name brand things, and like, cereal. We would get bags of clothes from her friends' kids, and that was always like Christmas!
I like how I grew up. It taught me to be frugal. I don't take what I do have for granted. And, nevermind that maybe I have several almost empty bottles of soap and shampoo, cus I might need to use all those little bits when I run out of the real thing. Or, how when my razors need changed, I still save the last couple I changed in case I can't buy new ones, then I have some not so new not so old ones to use! And that I save all the little last bits of my Yankee candles in a giant plastic bag, becaue SOME day I'm going to melt them together and make candles. I'm always thinking about how I might not have have something.