One of my best friends from 8th grade invested $25,000 in Uber’s first round. That $25,000 is now worth $50,000,000.
I am NOT a rich spoiled brat. I am NOT feeding off my parents (technically I am, though I rather think I am not). I am NOT the stereotype couchpotato.
It makes perfect sense for a man who was willing to fight in a foreign land for less than $20,000 a year to become a shooter for a six-figure income.
He supports gay marriage because it means more free cake.
I had never met children who came from wealth and privilege so immense, and suddenly I was in charge of making sure they brushed their teeth and got to bed on time.
You can’t eat a soccer ball.
He was everything I never imagined I would be committed to; older and married, he clearly didn’t have much respect for people of color.
I have a problem and maybe you can help me with it.
First of all, who are they? Mostly the 1%. But the top 2-5% have also done quite well, increasing their inflation-adjusted wealth by 75 percent from 1983 to 2009 while average wealth went down for 80 percent of American households.
My mother said that the more we work the easier our dreams become. I worked hard. My parents worked hard. We worked hard.