LaGallina
LaGallina
LaGallina

Ah yes, I know those kids. Went to college with some of them. I think it's really easy to romanticize a lifestyle if you aren't stuck it in and you have options.

I know plenty of people my age (mid twenties) that are very into a specific kind of minimalism. They like streetwear brands and local art object boutiques, most of them are designers in some capacity. I get it to a certain extent. I like living without a car, or a TV, or in my case even a microwave or really any

Exactly. For middle and upper class hipsters, sloppy clothes and hair is "normcore." For a poor person it's unprofessional, slovenly and trashy.

Enjoy it! I still remember my first "real job" paychecks. I was not by any stretch wealthy, but I bought TWO (2) bunches of cilantro with my groceries, so my bunny could have his very own!

Let me illustrate with a story. My friend K, when she was a (white, upper middle class) teenager, used to go about in dirty jeans, sweatshirts, and sneakers. One day, her sister's boyfriend, who was a (black, lower income) dude, scoffed at her for being "pretentious". She was horrified. "HOW can I possibly be

3) If you own less stuff, moving to a different country/city/apartment is way less of a pain in the ass. I won't own furniture or more possessions than can fit in a double wardrobe until I'm sure I won't have to move that shit for at least five years.

See, I think this article kind of touches on what bothers me about this "trend", but from a slightly different angle. It is sort of like these people have the luxury of getting rid of their stuff because deep down they know that if they ever truly need a thing they got rid of, they can jut buy it again. Or they can

I see what you're saying, and I also personally think flaunting your wealth can be super tacky. But I think there's also a classist element to thinking so. It's like an old money vs. new money divide. As a wise man once said, "If you grew up with holes in your zapatos, you'd celebrate the minute you was having dough."

My husband and I looked into a tiny house as a second home. It would have cost way more than $16,000. With everything involved, putting up a house in a little, inexpensive mountain hamlet with few building codes would have cost us $159,000 for a tiny house made with really nice materials.

Edina: [to Bubble] You, remember, cancel my aromatherapy, my psychotherapy, my reflexology, my osteopath, my homoeopath, my naturopath, my crystal reading, my shiatsu, my organic hairdresser. And see if I can be re-birthed next Thursday afternoon.

We didn't have much money, or we were poor, because we were making poor decisions consistently.

Minimalism is incredibly classist in so many ways. The simplicity must have the element of restraint and asceticism but without the desperation of poverty. It's all so similar to Marie Antoinette's peasant cottage.

Minimalist

I thought she was being sweet.

This is what I was going to say.

Society pressures women into eating disorders? women die
Society pressures men into feeling rejected? women die. (and uh, sure, some men BECAUSE they were with women.)

Um, in your scenario, the problem is that "men treat women like dirt" by raping, assaulting or killing them. "Women treat men like dirt" by not wanting to have sex with some dude who thinks he is entitled to sex with anyone he decides he wants.

I wasn't aware that not wanting to fuck someone was treating them like shit. Those men are only victims of their own sense of entitlement.

Women, argue PUAHaters, will only go out with good looking alpha males and would never look twice at anyone who isn't a musclebound dreamboat with a six-figure income, and most men will never be those things, and so the world is against them and life is unfair.