Monday, January 5, 2009

Are you naked sittin' in a bean bag chair eatin' cheetos?

Well, no, but close. For those who aren't familiar with the title of this post, it's a line from a Ron White skit. Crass and delightful.

So I thought I had my epiphany relating to what I want to do with my life, but now I wonder if it was the rumblings of a tired girl looking forward to going back to her six-year-olds (who think they're eight). Something that I hate about democrats' economic policy is the "rob the rich and give to the poor" strategy. For instance, I don't want my hard-earned money to be taxed and given to undeserving artists or wasted on a new library when the old one still functions very well--particularly as paper circulation of books peters off with titles available electronically, now. (And how is abandoning one library to build a brand new one "green?" Just how many building materials and irreplaceable resources would we destroy for aesthetics and the privilege to call it green? To be honest, I think it's very green in its current state--it's a recycled bowling alley!)

People counter with, well what about the genuinely poor? I strongly believe that we should help the genuinely poor--those who really are physically or mentally incapable of holding a steady job. (As a bagger at a local grocery store, I saw my fair share of people paying with food stamps then having me carry their groceries to a car newer than my parents' and was once instructed not to set the groceries on the "new subwoofer.") I think that the power of deciding who is worthy and who isn't should be in the hands of local charities and not in those of big government. Seriously, we can financially support artists (and billion-dollar bailouts of private companies) but America has between 700,000 and 2,000,000 homeless people each night? That is like the entire city of Denver being turned out of their homes each night!

The post got a little more politically charged than I anticipated, but I'm still in my youth and likely to leave it.

I want to work for a charity, I think in fund raising. When I was in high school, I volunteered hundreds of hours at Deaconess-Billings Clinic. I infinitely preferred going to work for free there than my aforementioned job of bagging groceries at Albertson's. I pushed wheelchairs, took pictures of crying babies, folded gauze, and ran X-ray files all over, spending my free time talking with the terminally ill in oncology. The whole conversation is lost on me now, but I remember a comment mom made about how I could be a philanthropist when I grew up. And now, nearly a decade later, I think she's right.

Beyond that, I don't really have much insight, other than I feel relief not to focus on a high-powered job as a lawyer, judge, or doctor anymore. It feels like some day in the not-too-distant future, I might be able to have a job, husband, and family that I love. And I don't think I could ask for anything more. Well, except for maybe a bean bag chair.

4 comments:

Tracy Paige said...

I love that skit. Perhaps one of my favorites outside of the Tator Salad story. Love it ... just love it.

Shanners said...

I couldn't agree more with your political rant! ;) Thanks for sharing your thoughts and views on so many things. Reading your blog is very entertaining and enlightening, and makes me hope that my daughter will eventually grow up to be somewhat like you. I can only imagine how proud of you your mom must be. :)

Miss Chris said...

Admittedly, I do not see this issue the way you do. But regardless, I think your wise mother was probably right about philanthropy; those high powered jobs are for the birds aren't they!

James H. said...

I also am not sure of the political side of the rant, but it's your blog kid...do whatcha want!

I had the corner office job on the top floor and was part of the boys club. Let Tamara tell you how many times I HATED it and am so glad I'm not there anymore.

All I really want to do is take photographs for a cause. Wouldn't that just rock!