Archive for March, 2019

This isn’t like donating a building

March 15, 2019

The whole college cheating thing is clinging to the headlines, largely on the backs of a couple of actresses. The details are ugly. Some wealthy people paid to cheat on exams. They paid to bribe coaches of some less popular (but usually “elite”) college sports to help grease the skids to get kids in on for athletic reasons when the kid never played the sports in question. Yeah, some other deserving kids probably missed out (or maybe some other wealthy kids didn’t get in unfairly because these other wealthy kids beat them to the punch. Oh, the irony.).

But I just keep going back to this line I heard on the radio, from whatever government agency was giving a press conference about it. “This isn’t like donating a building.”

well, bullshit.

It’s wealthy people exploiting a system because they have a bunch of money to get what they want. The issue is that these folks paid a lot of money, but I don’t think they paid new library money. And that’s the problem. In a weird way, they were bringing the whole “buy my kid into a great school” down a notch to a lower level of crazy wealth. This isn’t just for the ungodly wealthy, but now the purely godly wealthy can do it, too.

And for someone like me, yeah, this is functionally the same as the guy who donates a building to get his kid in. Either way the school is admitting a kid who didn’t earn it. Either way a deserving kid is supposedly not getting that spot because they couldn’t donate enough money to have a residence dorm named after them.

If you want me to take this seriously, then remove the influence of money entirely. How you do that, I don’t know. But until you do, I’m not going to get up in arms over an actress blowing $15K to make sure her daughter had some kickin’ SAT scores. It’s just life in America. It’s how it works.

Getting Started

March 6, 2019

Alright, it’s been a rough month or so. We’ve had a couple of funerals. We’ve been sick. I’m in the dumps from both. And the weather. And just the sheer monotony of the every day. The house is cold. And dark. I scratched my face shaving a couple of days ago and haven’t been able to shave since because I don’t want to just scrape the scabs off. It’s healing, though.

I’m opening the curtains as much as possible.

I’m trying to eat more citrus. I don’t know if that helps or anything but to hell with it, I’m doing it.

The wife is pushing to go see family this weekend, there’s a birthday party for a former neighbor. We went up last month for said funeral. We’ll go up in April for Easter’s. Making the whole idea of going to Michigan worse is that our oldest is at his dad’s this weekend, my niece won’t be around for my daughter to see because she’ll be off doing stuff. And at some point the in-laws want to do a birthday party thing for me, one of the other in-laws, and I don’t know who else.

I’ll be 39. I don’t give a shit about my birthday any more, especially if it means having to stay and do more stuff back at “home.” I’d rather just stay at my actual home.

What sucks is that I know I’ll probably be going to see family this weekend. I really just don’t want to be on the road like that.