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Kaleberg's avatar

It wasn't that long ago that Scalzi wrote a post about how he had bought gas for his car and not checked the receipt for the first time in his life, ever. He was middle aged and had been a successful writer for decades. He grew up extremely poor and wrote an internet famous post about being poor which made the point that being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

A lot of having enough money is about not having to know exactly how much everything costs. While the official inflation rate has been modest for decades, save for a brief period during COVID, the real inflation rate has been much higher while wages have lagged productivity. Business practices have grown increasingly predatory as antitrust action and regulation have been defanged. Maybe it takes $140K a year to not have to worry about what everything costs in terms of making housing payments, buying medical insurance, paying off student loans, stocking groceries and so on. It's less about the money than about the mental load. Women often complain about the grinding, unrewarding, often unacknowledged work of scheduling and planning for their families. Having to know exactly what everything costs is precisely that kind of labor.

As a graduate student, I had a limited stipend to cover my living expenses, but once I got a real job I could afford to buy anything that cost about $100 as long as I didn't do so too often. A mental burden had been lifted. Being poor is knowing that a dollar can buy one ten meals of ten cent ramen but only eight meals of twelve cent ramen. As one's income rises, one can afford to buy all the ramen one might care to eat even at higher prices, and as one's income rises further one can choose other foods more costly than ramen with decreasing concern about their price.

Maybe it isn't exactly a poverty line, and maybe $140K isn't the proper threshold, but there is something there, and most people know it when they sense it.

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I read the post and was constantly thinking of all the lucky accidents in our lives that lifted us beyond precarity, lack of centeredness, failure of stewardship and absence of mindfulness. The parents we were born to. The color of our skins. The gender we were gifted with. The functioning bodies and brains. The nation and state we were born in.

I was also thinking of the cost of participation. The cost of having a house in Palo Alto within walking distance of downtown. The cost of having a house in San Jose. The cost of having a cabin at Donner Lake with a dock and all the water toys. The cost of having a horse property and 3 horses in the gamma quadrant of the Sierra foothills east of Sacramento. Because I have lived in shacks and public housing from age 5 to 19 I don't compare my life with our billionaire friends. I envy the young men and women I converse and flirt with at the checkout lane for their youth and the strength of their bodies.

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