The arcs that we covet
The Most Powerful Generation in America
"The Millennial Generation, those born between 1976 and 1996, the heirs to our economic legacy and ultimately the bearers of our economic destiny, are being disproportionately affected by the crisis, but continue to go unnoticed. This is even though they face unemployment at a rate more than 8% higher than the national average, suffer under a crushing average of $27,000 in student loan, $2000 in credit card debt, and a healthcare crisis that leaves 30% of them without any insurance. In addition, as young people enter the workforce, they are being pitted against individuals with much more experience than they have for the same entry level jobs due to recent layoffs, making finding a job exponentially more difficult."
This is all me. A college graduate with no full-time job and no health insurance (other than catastrophic coverage) I went to the doctor today for my daily check-up and paid out of pocket an astronomical amount. My doctor, who I've had since I was 18, could visibly see I was physically and emotionally stressed and anxious, to the point where I my cycles and hormones are all out of sorts. She prescribed me a serotonin and a new birth control with different estrogen levels. These prescriptions would cost me $287 out of pocket. Do you see the dilemma? How can I afford such needs?
I find it interesting that the children of the 1990s, beneficiaries to the most self-indulgent, economically prosperous period of our modern society are smack dab in the center it's economic downfall. We were built up and taught that we could be anything we wanted, if we worked hard enough and that in America you can dream to your hearts desire. Well that sounded dandy 5 years ago...now I really don't care about being an artist or doing what makes me happy. I'm not getting acting jobs at this point...it's obvious I can't focus on that right now. What would really make me happy is making enough money to be self-sufficient and pay my rent and health insurance. And, God willing, find a job that provides health insurance.
My life, as a whole, has become a big fucking world of NO.
Life happens in arcs (or acts, if you want to get theatrical, as I so often do). The arc I'm in right is transitional and terrifying.
Right now, I am apprehensive about the move to the house. Not because I don't love Braden or want to move to Carrboro...it's just a really big and permanent step for me. And it's so out of character for Miss Ginny. I use this metaphor: When a woman is pregnant and she feels she has no maternal instinct, and then as soon as the baby is born she has this instant connection with it. (Post-partum discrepancies aside...that's another story). Anyways, the point is, I think when I move into the house, I'll be more relaxed.
Also, I just watched the second episode of "Hung"...you know how I love good sexual social commentary and satire. It's a good combination of both. Jane Adams (no relation to my aunt) = subtlely hilarious.
"The Millennial Generation, those born between 1976 and 1996, the heirs to our economic legacy and ultimately the bearers of our economic destiny, are being disproportionately affected by the crisis, but continue to go unnoticed. This is even though they face unemployment at a rate more than 8% higher than the national average, suffer under a crushing average of $27,000 in student loan, $2000 in credit card debt, and a healthcare crisis that leaves 30% of them without any insurance. In addition, as young people enter the workforce, they are being pitted against individuals with much more experience than they have for the same entry level jobs due to recent layoffs, making finding a job exponentially more difficult."
This is all me. A college graduate with no full-time job and no health insurance (other than catastrophic coverage) I went to the doctor today for my daily check-up and paid out of pocket an astronomical amount. My doctor, who I've had since I was 18, could visibly see I was physically and emotionally stressed and anxious, to the point where I my cycles and hormones are all out of sorts. She prescribed me a serotonin and a new birth control with different estrogen levels. These prescriptions would cost me $287 out of pocket. Do you see the dilemma? How can I afford such needs?
I find it interesting that the children of the 1990s, beneficiaries to the most self-indulgent, economically prosperous period of our modern society are smack dab in the center it's economic downfall. We were built up and taught that we could be anything we wanted, if we worked hard enough and that in America you can dream to your hearts desire. Well that sounded dandy 5 years ago...now I really don't care about being an artist or doing what makes me happy. I'm not getting acting jobs at this point...it's obvious I can't focus on that right now. What would really make me happy is making enough money to be self-sufficient and pay my rent and health insurance. And, God willing, find a job that provides health insurance.
My life, as a whole, has become a big fucking world of NO.
Life happens in arcs (or acts, if you want to get theatrical, as I so often do). The arc I'm in right is transitional and terrifying.
Right now, I am apprehensive about the move to the house. Not because I don't love Braden or want to move to Carrboro...it's just a really big and permanent step for me. And it's so out of character for Miss Ginny. I use this metaphor: When a woman is pregnant and she feels she has no maternal instinct, and then as soon as the baby is born she has this instant connection with it. (Post-partum discrepancies aside...that's another story). Anyways, the point is, I think when I move into the house, I'll be more relaxed.
Also, I just watched the second episode of "Hung"...you know how I love good sexual social commentary and satire. It's a good combination of both. Jane Adams (no relation to my aunt) = subtlely hilarious.