The topics I discuss on My Journey to Millions range from estate planning to myheated rants and despite being passionate about a lot of the issues I discuss, I try to keep this blog professional. Notwithstanding, you can probably guess from my title I read an article today that actually made me want to throw my computer out the window. I came across this article on Huffington Post titled, “I Love My Job, But it Made me Poorer” by JD Samson.
Oddly enough, Ms. Samson starts the article discussing how unemployable she is
I’m 33 years old and I can’t make coffee. I don’t know how to use Excel, or bartend, or wait tables, and I’m officially too old to join the police force. I’ve lost the confidence to go back to school and feel stressed out about impending debt when I think about further education for even one second.
While she seems to be proficient in the music scene (I have never heard of her group but I am no where near the cool scene when it comes to music despite only being 30) she, by her own admission, is completely unemployable in traditional sense of the word. But this is her problem, so why did this article affect me so much?
Not Everyone Can Live Their Dreams Grow The Fuck Up
I can pinpoint 2 specific quotes from Ms. Samson that made my skin crawl with legitimate anger,
…it was easier to rent to a rich, trust-fund, straight-guy banker who wants to live in the coolest borough in the world? Because when he met me he saw a tattooed gender outlaw who makes “queer electronic punk music” and isn’t sure when the next check is going to come in? Yeah, I don’t blame him. He doesn’t give a shit about how kids email me all the time thanking me for keeping them from committing suicide. It’s not part of his capitalist business practice.
Get off your God Damn high horse. This landlord probably has to pay the bank, and definitely the City of New York and the State of New York for the privilege to own that “capitalist business practice.” Sorry he should probably tell those three very formidable business partners, “Hey she is a really nice person with some cool ink and trendy music that won’t likely be relevant in 20 some odd years, but who cares if she may not be able to pay her rent.”
I know the banker is a metaphor but how the hell do you know if that banker is gay? or if that banker worked at nights to get through college? Just because he shows up to a business meeting dressed appropriately (i.e. no rings hanging out of one’s lip doesn’t make him part of the establishment, man) You don’t…you just know that he got an apartment you clearly couldn’t qualify for.
The Second quote is even worse:
So I have to ask myself: where did I go wrong? And I can only guess that the answer lies in a combinations of three things: 1) my family is not rich, 2) I am a queer woman, and 3) I am trying so desperately to keep up with my peers that I am living beyond my means.
Holy shit! Ms. Samson is so delusional that it takes 2 additional steps before she gets to the fact that she is living beyond her means. She has so much self pity that she first has to say that her family isn’t rich and for the 5th time in a 500 word article mention that she is a lesbian before getting to one half of the problem she is trying to keep up the Jonses albeit a much more cash infused new talent version of the Jonses.
Giving up her career barely crosses her radar in her article, well Ms. Samson, this leads us to the other half of the problem? Like I said to begin with GROW UP!
Like so many teenagers, I believed in the “American Dream,” that I could move to New York from the Midwest and become an artist. I would achieve both fame and success, and I would never have to think about money.
MS. SAMSON IS THIRTY-THREE YEARS OLD. GROW THE FUCK UP AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET AN APARTMENT! You live in the real freaking world.