At this point, enough people are asking that I will tell you about
myself, because I am getting a lot of the same questions. I was raised
middle class, by a factory worker and a teacher. They are my
grandparents, and they are Mom and Dad. But I was given to them after I
had lived with an overwhelmed mother and a father away in the Navy, and
Mom has always been convinced that I suffered terrible emotional issues
because of my very early years. And so we embarked on a lifetime of
therapy, which is where I picked up my knack for introspection. I was
literally raised to it. I have memories of playing games on the office
floor of a beautiful woman named Kerrie while we talked about my day and
how I felt. There were others, but she is my favorite.
During the course of therapy, they tested my IQ. You have to
understand that it isn't actually terribly impressive. It is higher than
average, to be sure. But my mother grew up quite poor in Detroit and
she is very impressed by these things and so she decided that I was a
genius. And she nurtured it. She is a teacher. I was given music lessons
and she learned languages with me. I have no aptitude for dance or art,
but we tried those too. I was in competitions when I was five, and they
lasted until college. And so that is how I know how to talk to people
who are in the upper middle class. Because I got a partial scholarship
to Cranbrook but we couldn't afford the other half. But my parents knew
damn well what Cranbrook was and they were determined that I would have a
chance at it. They gave up much to send me to private schools. Not
expensive ones, I went to a small religious elementary. They taught me
much about Satan and also had strict academic standards for the ten kids
or so in every grade.
If you are old enough, you will recall that there was a time in the
late '80s and early '90s in which Donahue was talking about the secret
satanic sex cults that were a plague in private daycare centers, because
of course. My mom had just bought a daycare. It was her dream. But as
it turned out, there was a child being sexually abused that was under
her care. It was just happening at home instead of at the school. The
kid's mom couldn't believe that her new husband would do such a thing,
and so she called everyone. Everyone. This is not the first time in my
life reporters have been on the line when I picked up the phone. It's
just that the last time this happened I was eight. It was a nightmare,
and it was one of those things that went fucking viral. Not in reach,
but in ridiculousness. Children actually told grownups that my mother
had tried to shoot them with a gun she kept in her desk and so they got
the other gun and shot her in the arm. And the adults believed this. My
mother, quite reasonably, promptly went completely nuts. We suddenly
left Michigan and moved to Utah. And so that is why stability and trust
are not things that I have easily. I was taught to be ready, to be wary,
to be mistrustful, because the world is a hard place.
And that is how the real troubles started. My parents found solace in
the local religion. I was wearing flannel and listening to grunge. My
mother was not a rational person most of the time. It is why I am
willing to reason with unreasonable people. And what you have to realize
is that I was very young and my world was spinning too. I could not
understand that she was overwhelmed. I only saw her battening the
hatches and driving me into perfection and going ballistic if I fucked
the slightest thing up with the best of intentions. I was a teenager,
but one dealing with parents who were barely holding themselves
together. It was hell for everybody involved. And so I worked very hard
at excelling and I graduated high school when I was sixteen and I went
away, as far away as I could get, to college. That is how I know how to
make it on my own.
And I promptly made the sorts of decisions you would expect out of a
kid that age with low self-esteem and no social skills and access to
what I saw as the cool kids who saw me as an intelligent kid sister and
were willing to include me in things. I didn't make it long.
I spent some time bouncing in and out of school and joined my first
political campaign. It was amazing. And so I went for it. I moved all
over the country and chased jobs and found that I was never quite a good
fit, because I never have fit in anywhere entirely. And when it wasn't
campaign season I worked pretty much whatever I could find. It's not
high pay compared to relative expense until you're pretty
well-established, particularly if you are not good with money. I was
poor in the way that most people who do not have resources are when they
are young and idealistic. I didn't mind it much. I thought it would end
when I was ready. And so that is how I know things about media and
framing and what sort of good I can do and how to pick stories out of
shared experience.
And then I was hit by a drunk driver, fucked up my teeth, and took
the insurance check before I realized that it meant they would not be
covering dental, thankyouverymuch. I was 19, I think. I simply trusted
what I was told by the people in authority. I don't think I can be
blamed, although I have never been so foolish since. But my teeth kept
getting worse. There are a lot of reasons, I have not been gentle on
them, but I have at least cleaned them. I know what Crest is. It's just
that when teeth crack and are not attended to, they develop problems,
which spread no matter what you do unless what you are doing is going to
a dentist. Which I could not afford. And as the problem got worse I saw
my prospects fade. I understand it. I would make the same call. Many
people think I am simply too dumb to know how to brush my teeth. Whether
or not that is true, it is not a first impression on behalf of a
candidate or company that you can give. And so that is where the slide
started.
During this time I was simply spinning around the world and hoping to
make sense of my life. I struggle with things sometimes. I do not know
why, whether it's inherent or whether my mother is right or whether what
happened to my mother is what did it. But sometimes the world seems
suddenly bizarre and I have to practice a strict control in order to
behave as though the world were real. I have seen many therapists. I
know what it is. I can't afford the medicine, and so I have learned
simply to control it because it is not the worst case in the world. But
it took me a lot of years to figure out how to function properly. And I
am often depressed because I am intelligent enough to see that I have
much to give if I could figure out a way to do it. Those things are what
I struggle against and why I have made many demonstrably bad decisions
in my life, because I had lost the fight with myself. And so that is how
I kept sliding even when I had all the potential in the world. I simply
had too much life to process. Mental illness is a common thing in the
world I live in.
And that is the answer to the question many of you have asked. How is
it that someone with such clarity and evocation has any right to assert
that they are poor? It is likely untrue. Well, it is and it isn't. You
have to understand that the piece you read was taken out of context,
that I never meant to say that all of these things were happening to me
right now, or that I was still quite so abject. I am not. I am
reasonably lower working class. I am exhausted and poor and can't make
all my bills all the time but I reconciled with my parents when I got
pregnant for the sake of the kids and I have family resources. I can
always make the amount of money I need in a month, it's just that it
doesn't always match the billing cycles.
When I got pregnant, we were in a typical lower-working-class bit of
fuckuppery. We had moved to a city so my husband could go to school on
his GI bill. But due to some sort of oversight, we never did start
getting the living stipend that we had budgeted for. We had decided that
my career was over and it was his turn, so instead of looking for work
in the field I loved, I took a job in fast food. So did he. We saved two
pay periods and got the cheapest apartment we could find, figuring that
we would be getting the stipend soon and could move someplace better
when we did. And the checks didn't come for five months. I eventually
reached out to legislator's offices and they got the wheels turning. We
would get a lump sum for what was due us. I was well along and while I
had medicaid, I couldn't find anyone accepting new patients except a
charity clinic that told me that Jesus wanted me to keep my baby but had
very little information for me about the state of my uterus. So instead
of missing a day of work to hear about Jesus, I got books and read
websites and did what I could on my own. Women have been pregnant for
thousands of years and humanity seems to be doing okay. And I am smart.
And then our apartment flooded and we still didn't have the check and
then suddenly everything that we had carefully saved for this baby was
gone. We had two feet of water in the place. We went back to the motel,
which at least did not have bedbugs. In Cincinnati, that's a big deal.
But the cost was double our rent, and we had barely been floating when
we had clothes and things, much less nothing and extra rent to pay. And
the frustrating thing about it all was that we had done the fucking
thing correctly. We would have had more than enough money for a decent
apartment and baby things if we had been getting our stipend, the one we
were contractually due. And so that is how I know what it is to rage at
the universe because you are doing everything you can and it is still
not enough.
When my parents came to be there for the birth and they saw what we
were dealing with they moved us to Utah and gave us a trailer to live
in. And then when we had our second and final daughter they helped us
find a house to live in and now we have some space for once. That is the
sort of person I am. I chased dreams that I couldn't afford for longer
than was strictly necessary, and only gave that up when children made
life suddenly more stable. But fate is a chancy thing, and I am after
all perfectly suited to write about poverty. I have been privileged
while poor, because I am fucked up and spent decades in therapy, because
I have been given access to these words, I am well-suited to this. I do
not speak for everyone that makes the same amount I do. I speak for
many of us. Those are different, and I do not confuse them. I did not
think that I would ever do better than scrape by, but I am managing that
without relying on charity.
I have had much luck and many breaks. Things could always have been
much worse for me. But I have lived in the places where the worst
situations are dealt with. I have seen what it is to be worse off than I
am, because I am white and all of my class markers are fixable because I
did not develop them as part of my being and my mental problems are not
so severe and I do not live with a disability and my parents were kind
and loving and just didn't know what to do. Because I happen to have
been given this outlet I am telling these stories. Some are mine, some
are things I have seen. All are a mix of luck and strength and
intentions and failure and success. Very few people in this world are
saintlike. Most people who are poor have not gotten there faultless. I
didn't. And so I am talking about the people who are of average moral
character, not the ones who have a clearly obvious leaning toward evil
or good. The people I speak for are not the ones shooting each other,
but everyone damn well knows what it sounds like when those people
visit. And they are likely to hustle and make the most of every chance,
because that is what success is.
Coming up with enough money that you are comfortable is the real
American dream, and it is one that the people I am used to don't believe
in as much as hope hard for. I have spent my life on the margins due to
my own actions and an equal amount of things that I cannot control. One
does not negate the other, but if you are looking for a paragon of
virtue you will not find many among the people who have had to decide
whether to work in a morally dubious establishment or not work at all.
When people say that I am perhaps not legitimate, it is maybe sort of
true if you mean that when I was at the low points I did not have time
for blogs and since I do now I am not at the bottom. That is a true
thing. But it is untrue if you mean that you think that because I have
some knowledge of and access to an intellectual culture higher than my
station I must be the average Gawker or
Times reader. I am not.
There are a lot of us, particularly since the economy collapsed and,
well, you read the same news I do. You remember. We remember what it is
to be professional a little bit and we have a few close friends who have
done well for themselves and a few that haven't. My closest friends are
both living with family. One has chased work all over the country and
just can't seem to find the right door for her foot. One is a single mom
of a severely autistic teenaged daughter who has hocked her future to
put herself through grad school. And all of it while supporting her
family and spotting friends if they were desperate. They are the ones
who have done everything correctly. I just happen to have this skill to
tell the stories. I didn't even know it until last week.
The point is, I did not ask for any of this. I just wrote a thing on a
Gawker forum. Everything that has come after is because something about
the way I said it has resonated with hundreds of thousands of people.
Everything that has come after is magic. I do not know if it is earned,
precisely, but I am familiar with the concept of grants, and if people
are determined I would be remarkably stupid to turn it down. I have
learned not to make promises that I am not certain I can keep, and so
here is what I have:
This is a shot at a second start, now that I have gotten over myself
and understand what it is to be an adult. I have always had great
potential and some talent for things. I am lucky that way. I have the
tools that I need to take this gift and do good things with it. I think
that even if everything ends tonight, if the Internet finds another
talent in some corner and moves on, I have done something good here.
That makes me happy. That people are willing to reward me for that is
humbling, and I consider it a grant to give me the time to keep speaking
about these things I have seen, because I am the sort of person who
reads Woodward and Stiglitz and also the sort of person who has lived
with three prostitutes who were great because they always paid the rent
on time. I can explain one to another, a little. At least I can shed a
tiny bit of light on it, and maybe that is how we manage to get the
votes we need to extend SNAP benefits if we can afford to extend
agricultural subsidies. Because I know those policies, I watch politics
and policy instead of pop culture because I am a nerd, but my best
friends are directly impacted by that change. And so I can speak about
the human impact. I do not think, overall, that people are giving me
this money because they feel poorly for me. There are a lot of
fundraisers that are unfunded of people in much more dire circumstances.
I set up a fundraiser after the first 50 people asked how they could
help me write. I think that people are giving me this money because they
think I can do a good thing and they do not care so much about how I
got here because they understand that it is easy to do. Not that it is
good, but that it is average. I think that they are giving me this
because they see that I have the skill and will be able to do something
to help. I am not stupid enough to not take this shot. But I would like
to tell you how I am going to handle it.
First, I have been contacted by an agent and am writing a book
proposal. If I manage to sell the book, it will reach people I could not
on my own. If it doesn't sell, I will have a rough outline of something
that I can publish for free on the Internet. I will write about these
things on my blog. Because people have given me this money to write.
Be very clear about this, please: I am quitting one of my day jobs.
The one that is an hour's drive through snow in the mountains. And I
have actually nailed a bigger contract with my second job, which pays
better hourly anyway. This has given me the tiny break I needed to be
able to make it without utter exhaustion. I will use the extra time to
sleep more than I am used to. I will see my kids more because now I can
work from home, and so our budget is expanded because childcare is not
an issue. Tom is keeping his job. This is all magic and wonderful, but
it is fleeting. We have learned and are careful now. And we have more
than us two relying on us taking this oddity and using it wisely.
And so I will accept with gratitude, and I will give this money to
tax lawyers to deal with and I will use it as long as I can to speak
about these things I have seen, since that is why it has been given to
me. I will not waste it on frivolity, but I will spend it on being
healthy and making sure that if one of us gets the flu the electric bill
is still paid. And I am giving some away, because many people have
helped us and I think they need some magic. I am an arbitrary pick out
of millions of hardworking and talented people. People had raised some
money for dental surgery. I am grateful, but have found someone to give
it to given my changing circumstances. I will pay a bill or two to the
people who have loved me that are struggling. I might take a thousand
just to do things like get a really comfy blanket that fits the bed
perfectly. I am being told that it is wisest in my situation to simply
pick a small bit and that is what you have to spend. That makes a lot of
sense. So I will have a bit of luxury, because if nothing else I have
spent endless hours on the Internet discussing these things and being
patient with trolls and I have earned a small bit, I think.
I will say that I will always speak about this in any medium or venue
that I can access. For some reason I have this chance to explain
realities that a lot of people never imagine, and I will do it at every
opportunity. That is all that I can promise you, but I think it is
enough.
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