"For the children", we must save and scrap the plunder. Right, we aren't class conscious or status conscious, it is our non-existent progeny who are. We won't spend any of the money from our "two incomes" shopping at Needless Markups, or buying vehicles the size of small houses, or vacationing in the Caribbean, or getting our hair done, or on season tickets to A B or C. No sirree, every dime will go in trust to get non-existent Buffy and Keath into Yale. Where they too can be taught the freedom and self-empowerment of class-conscious money-grubbing, and how much more important that is than mere home and family - or whatever postmodernist nonsense will have captured the place by then.
I am not picking on you, understand, but on the misguided priorities of our whole age and time. Money is for the comfort of animal life, necessary in moderation to support higher purposes but distinctly secondary. We have put the means before the end. The place to draw the line is where pursuit of status or luxury endangers things truly higher. No amount of status or wealth is worth what we as a society are presently doing to our children.
It takes TWO incomes to finance a mortgage of that size, because the average wage is in or around £20,000. I happen to earn more than that. But if I fall in love with a guy earning less money than me, I'd marry him, if he is the `right' guy. But I would like to have a roof over the heads of my 'potential' children. So why shouldn't I work to do that.
Your argument is void. You are thinking black and white. There are so many grey areas here.
My father lost his job during the recession years in Ireland. My mother (god rest her soul) scrubbed floors the length and breadth of this town to make sure my brother and I got on. Both of us, are now, through her efforts, both fully qualified professional people.
Yeah, my Mam could have stayed at home and brushed my hair and stuff. But she went out and did what had to be done to make sure that her kids, had what she didn't have...a damn good education.
You trying to intimate that MY MOTHER wasn't a lady for doin' that? Damn sure she was. The classiest woman you would ever meet!
So, no! I make no apologies for saying that the sweeping generalisations in the posted article are nothing but...as they say in Ireland...horseshite! (oops, not a very ladylike word...but then, you wouldn't expect anything better from me, would ye?!)