Financial Stereotypes

My mom was recently going through a financial struggle. Her and her husband were going through a rough patch in their marriage, so they took a break. She was living alone and unemployed. I felt like I had a responsibility to help out since I'm the oldest child, but there wasn’t much I

There was a crucial period in my life when I felt dependent on my parents: preschool. At that time, my mom quit her job to become a full time mom and my dad

There are many different types of jobs in the world; some of which people feel are better than others. Factors like the amount of money and amount of education affect the stereotypical perception about certain jobs. There are two different types of work, blue-collar and white-collar. Blue-collar jobs are seen as the “working class”. The “Working class” refers to low-wage workers that are void of a college education, who struggle to get by economically. It is also perceived that the “Working class” is lazy, unproductive failures who have limited upward mobility, or relics of earlier era of industrialization. It’s important that people realize the amount of skill level it takes to do different types of jobs, and although pay may not reflect the effort or the soft and technical skills needed, or physicality that is respective for those jobs; these jobs should be viewed respectfully. Jobs like cashiers and waitressing have a bad reputation, but they take a certain skill level that people have to develop just like any other white-collar job. People skills, public speaking, ability to sell items on the menu, multi-tasking, and so much more are necessary to be a success in this type of career choice or job. Matthew Crawford talks about this in his book, along with Mike Rose, on how there is a lack of appreciation and respect for the skill set it takes to do blue collar jobs, and how the stereotypically stigma couldn’t be further than the

Living in Bushwick commuting to school four days a week to Coney Island, and going to work four days a week at Rite Aid in Sunnyside, Queens, is more overwhelming than what it sounds. Working overnight from Monday to Friday, earning minimum wage and being taxed on top of that isn’t enough due to prices of gas, food, and necessities sky-rocketing. The job pays $7.25 per hour but I make a $0.75 differential for working the night shift. It’s difficult to be a student and work when you only have yourself as a form of financial support. There are days I don’t sleep and hours before I get a meal, because I get trapped by my living expenses, its long before I am able to splurge on luxuries and wants. Nevertheless, it has become challenging to

Measuring in at six feet, four inches, born a caucasian male, and a member of the middle class, life is not all sunshine and rainbows like most claim. The white, middle class male, in my opinion, is the most accused member of the all social classes. Now, yes that is just an opinion, but if a survey were to be taken, more often than not, that opinion would be agreed upon.

* “Seek multiple income opportunities, rather than relying on one sector or one company for the family's support. If your job is highly secure, you're in a better position, but still look for side income opportunities. If your job is threatened or unstable, build up additional income sources right away.”

First: My income is an insurance retirement fund, receiving payments earlier than planned, never the less very reliable, and I have been developing my own business a production company in the arts.

In this experiment researchers are testing the hypothesis of whether or not there is a link between race and people’s attitudes towards welfare programs and recipients. Most Americans claim to want wealth to be distributed more equally among people of different socio-economic classes. However, many Americans continue to vote against policies that would redistribute money more evenly. Researchers believe that people hold racial biases that form their opinions about welfare programs and welfare recipients, specifically African Americans.

I’ve spent my whole life trying to please my parents, praying I don’t disappoint them. They came to this country to have a better life for their children and I couldn’t let their hard work and suffering go to waste. Only my mom had gone to college but despite that, she had never actually worked here in the U.S. because of her lack of knowledge on the English language. With my dad being the only one working, out of town, three hours away at that, earning only minimum wage, my family and I were limited to the very essentials. When I got to middle school everything started to take a turn downhill. I was starting to need more money, whether it was for school supplies or for clothes and I felt horrible asking my dad for more.

As many people thought to have a job was a source of security guaranteed the weekly pay check and wouldn’t try to make it on their own.

It’s our “default setting” as David Foster Wallace may put it. So while reading my hope is that you are not drawn to believe that I am only putting myself into consideration almost as if I’m the only one who matters. The thing is, I have big dreams, and dreams are not cheap. I want to be a certified neurosurgeon by the time I’m thirty years old, and this isn’t a far-fetched idea, I’ve been thinking about it since third grade. When I was younger I’d calculate the cost of college with two parents put into consideration, and the expenses seemed quite reasonable. Then my parents parted their ways, but as I’d seen in fantasized movies, parents would still both chip in equally in order to assist their growing children. I never realized in my case the only support I’d be getting from my father would be financially. I won’t lie it was stung for a bit realizing that I lived two houses away from my father and he didn’t even bother to stop by just to see how I was doing. I was working so hard in school so that one day when he did stop by I’d show him all my honor roll and perfect attendance certificates, alas, that never

I have worked since I was 14 and because of this I was able to provide “in style” clothes for me to wear as well as other things that give me the appearance of being wealthier than I am. Because I present myself in a certain way, people are often surprised when I can’t do something because I cannot afford it, or when I tell them that I am paying for college completely on my own. My parents are wonderful people, and they provided for me the best that they could. They understood the social expectations I faced going to public school, and after the bills were paid, they put all their extra money into making sure I had the best life possible. I am proud of my family, whether we are in a lower social class or not. This has taught me not to think differently of people based on the clothes on their back. It has also taught me from a young age that I will have to work hard for what I want. My peers often questioned why I worked two jobs, and still didn’t have enough money to go out to eat with them. They didn’t understand that I had to prioritize what I wanted to spend my money on. I would rather buy myself a dress so I could go to homecoming than try to afford going out with them whenever they wanted to do something. Growing up in an area where most of my classmates were middle and upper class, made me grateful that I didn’t have everything handed to me when I was younger. Now that I am in the real world I am much more prepared to provide for myself than many of my

Maintaining to be financially stable has been a challenge that has impacted the lives of both my mother and I. Because my mother is not able to pay monthly bills and insurance costs on her own, I am obligated to do my part and pay for my own seperate bills and costs by working every weekend and holidays. I try to set money aside to save up for college, but most of my savings has to be used to help my mother out. This has impacted my life because my work schedule has conflicted with my ability to get studying and homework done. My part in helping out financially has impacted our lives by providing

When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to get a job. Sure, it would be a good way to make friends and learn how to prepare myself for the real world, but for me, it was mostly about making my own money. Having to ask my parents for cash every time I needed some annoyed me, mostly because they’d always say no. Every time they did, I would always whine and complain about how different things would be when I had money of my own, how I would never ask them for anything, and so on. This wasn’t entirely true, but at the time it seemed like a smart thing to say. I must’ve applied to dozens of jobs, and when I finally got the email telling

When I was younger, my mom stayed home and worked at home and earned little income, while my dad worked at a factory and earned most of the income. But as our family grew, and the children got older, there were certain necessities needed such as bigger clothes, shoes, more food, and a bigger home. Therefore, my mom had to find a different job with a higher pay. Both of my parents did work and still work to provide most of the income for our family. When I got older and turned the legal age to work full time, I helped provide my parents the income in the family to help pay for small bills such as electricity,