A good paragraph from that shrill asshole, Atrios:
A big class divide these days is between those who had family members who could help them and those who didn’t. Lots of people who didn’t get a lot of financial help from their families – they didn’t, for example, borrow $20K from them – are unaware that the fact that family help was potentially available, whether or not they used much of it, always provided a little insurance policy for them, a little backstop. And of course it’s the case that, generally, such families did help. A hundred bucks here, a car insurance payment there, an overnight loan covering the tuition, etc. Even if it doesn’t add up to much overall it’s the difference between treading water and drowning, between having to quit school and not.
And for some of us who managed to squeak through college, were not able to tap that same source of funds to enable launching independent ventures…..
It is long a trope that architect’s first independent commissions are for family and their family’s friends. Stern, Wright, Tigerman, (and locally, firms like Vetter/Denk) have all prevailed upon their families’ names and contacts to make a mark, to launch themselves. Off the top of my head, I can think of one who didn’t; Gehry. [ I am certain that some readers will chime in to correct me with additions, because making the zombie wrong is an amateur sport, innit?]
It is a big part of why I am anti-starchitect; I insisted upon actual ability and competence as a strategy. Yeah, we can see where that has fucking gotten me. Tucker Fucking Carlson outranks me on the Genetics lottery.
[OK, look, I am not denigrating the ability of those firms I mention, in particular Vetter-Denk; what I am saying is that those initial contacts and opportunities make a huge difference. I have worked my ass off, and it hasn’t made me half of the distance that having a fortunate uncle would have. Meritocracy my fucking hairy stinky zombie ass]
rounding back on the point of Atrios point, yeah, the whole not being able to afford it has happened for me much later than college, but the root causes he identifies are completely the same.
So, in order to appease thunder, I blame Obama.
So I am gonna end this fucker with a slideshow of work that apparently doesn’t count for shit:
All of it done by a bitter, whiny zombie and none of it for parents or their friends.
I will not blame my parents that I was not better-born. That is not what I am bitter about.