Everytime I see depictions of “normal” households in TV/Movies/ the house always look extra clean and their belongings are new.
And everytime I see depictions of poverty, its always a house that’s filled with junk, computers are like a decade old, no food in fridge, either no car or car is barely functional.
Well, I know the media always exaggerates things, but if I had to use the media as a reference, I feel like my childhood has been closer to the poverty depiction and also life felt so “ghetto” for me (for lack of a better word). Most of the furnature was just donated by relatives or my parents picked them up from the sidewalk that somebody threw out. I had a very shitty laptop, I had no phone for a majority of highschool and therefore not have friends, house is so filled with junk and messy because frugal parents love hoarding things that they never use. Didn’t even have access to a car (in a car-centric neighborhood btw) because my parents didn’t have one until like I was in highschool, and even then it was like very shitty and the AC didn’t work (that car has since been replaced).
Also my parents never got me any toys or entertainment, I only had a shitty laptop to pirate everything. I have never, and still have not, ever watched a movie in a movie theater (which I heard was supposedly something everyone have experienced?) like every movie I’ve ever watched (pirated) is either from the 15.6 inch 1336 x 768 resolution display on the laptop that I had, or from the phones that I later got varying from the 1080 x 720 resolution 5 inch display, to the later phone with 5.5 inch 1920 x 1080 display.
My life is like 70% accurate to the sterotypical depiction of poverty except the empty fridge part, so I guess I lucked out on that.
I’m assuming this is just the standard working class childhood experience?
My parents fled rural hometowns in other states to a suburb of Dallas. It was a pretty small town when we moved there but slowly turned into a very affluent city.
My parents always worked and always had cars, and I would say my home life was somewhere in between. I saw both neighbors in extreme poverty with messy houses, and by the time I got to high school, friends that had moved into new huge beautiful clean houses. Most of the time, both parents were college educated in these houses, and my parents were not, but they worked hard.
The parties at the rich kids’ houses were nicer, but the parties in the fields with the poor kids were more fun. The rich kids were nice to your faces and assholes behind your back. The rich kids were boring, the poor kids had better stories and were more resourceful.
I’m now college educated and live in a new house, but I still don’t like hanging out with the rich kids.