fuck the man
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:51 pmSo today I got a letter informing me that my application for food stamps has been approved and my monthly benefit amount is $0.00.
The entire letter is like an Orwellian bad dream. It goes on to explain when my benefits will be credited to my account, how to use them, what foods I can and can't buy with my $0.00, and so forth. Talk about adding insult to injury!
I am, as most of you know, a writer by trade. And yet, I don't have words for this. For how it makes me feel. Me, an educated, informed, cynical woman -- I know full well that this means nothing about my worth as a person -- and yet, even still I can feel myself being sucked in to the morass of insecurity, humiliation, and shame that the system seems designed to create. You need a little bit of help to get through a tough period? You're lower than dirt. Welcome to the American Dream.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do next with this. There isn't much point in calling my food-stamp caseworker; she's basically useless. There probably is no one I can call or write who can (or will) actually do anything to change this (especially since they're working on guidelines handed down from the federal government -- a fact that everyone I've talked to thus far has been all too happy to hide behind in order to avoid confronting the issue). Not much point, perhaps, in venting my impotent rage to an elected official, a supervisor, or what have you. I might do it anyway, of course. I don't know. I don't really need food stamps. But I need my self-esteem.
Anyway, aside from that today was another pretty decent day, and I hate to end it on such a down note, so here's a naked baby. Or as Isaac now says, "She's all nice and naked assept for her diaper!"

The entire letter is like an Orwellian bad dream. It goes on to explain when my benefits will be credited to my account, how to use them, what foods I can and can't buy with my $0.00, and so forth. Talk about adding insult to injury!
I am, as most of you know, a writer by trade. And yet, I don't have words for this. For how it makes me feel. Me, an educated, informed, cynical woman -- I know full well that this means nothing about my worth as a person -- and yet, even still I can feel myself being sucked in to the morass of insecurity, humiliation, and shame that the system seems designed to create. You need a little bit of help to get through a tough period? You're lower than dirt. Welcome to the American Dream.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do next with this. There isn't much point in calling my food-stamp caseworker; she's basically useless. There probably is no one I can call or write who can (or will) actually do anything to change this (especially since they're working on guidelines handed down from the federal government -- a fact that everyone I've talked to thus far has been all too happy to hide behind in order to avoid confronting the issue). Not much point, perhaps, in venting my impotent rage to an elected official, a supervisor, or what have you. I might do it anyway, of course. I don't know. I don't really need food stamps. But I need my self-esteem.
Anyway, aside from that today was another pretty decent day, and I hate to end it on such a down note, so here's a naked baby. Or as Isaac now says, "She's all nice and naked assept for her diaper!"

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Date: 2006-10-20 03:23 am (UTC){{{HUGS}}}
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Date: 2006-10-20 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-20 02:20 pm (UTC)Ruthie looks huge! She is one adorable kid. Maybe when I am on the east coast next summer we could meet up? I would love to meet all three of you.
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Date: 2006-10-20 02:20 pm (UTC)hm
Date: 2006-10-20 07:23 pm (UTC)