My Dad,a child of the Depression (and WWII),would be appalled to see this. He taught me,both by word and by deed,to live below my means. An example of him "leading by example" is that,despite having worked damn hard and having done quite well,he wore...until the day he died...a $15 Timex watch with a $5 fake leather strap despite being able to afford much,much more. Another example: he always drove Oldsmobiles despite being able to afford much,much better.
This girl is gonna come to a bad end...I just feel it in my gut.
I was BLESSED to be raised by my Dad and Grandpa. Grandpa survived The Great Depression by taking any and EVERY job that came his way. He had a wife, a toddler (my Dad) and his FIL to support.
He shoveled snow. He delivered papers. He collected papers and bottles and metal junk to cash in. I remember he cleaned streets, delivered beer or whatever else needed delivering, painted houses, etc. The man was a dynamo and was until he died in his sleep at 89.
My Dad and he had a rocky relationship, but my Dad certainly carried on his work ethic. And Dad taught me to invest. Early! When they other girls were spending their allowances on Tiger Beat Magazine, the latest 45 record, or lip gloss, I was buying Cocoa, Coffee and Pork Belly futures - back in the Dark Ages when you used a printed newspaper, a stubby pencil and the telephone, LOL!
Again, so, SO blessed to have had those men in my life.
And I never asked for a dime and I never ended up back home after I left at 17. I loved my family but with that genetic stew, I was Born Ready! ;)
(The women in our family were beautiful and equally as talented; not meaning to give them short shrift!)