We all have our guilty viewing pleasures. Mine tend to be videos of people exploring abandoned places, extreme cake decorating, and trashy sitcoms. But when does one person’s guilty pleasure cross the line into another’s exploitation? Especially when it comes to matters of poverty, and so-called ‘poverty porn’?
What does ‘welfare’ mean to you? Or ‘benefits’? Do you associate these words with phrases like ‘welfare queens’ or ‘benefit cheats’? Does the image of a ‘bogan’ (Australia) or a ‘chav’ (UK) smoking a cigarette out the front of a government flat spring to mind?
Over the past few months, a few things have prompted me to consider to what extent money plays a role in success. We often think of money as a result of success, but could it be a prerequisite? That is: might you need money in order to obtain success?
While both parents and children report schools aren’t doing enough to teach financial literacy, 75% of American parents (and 74% of kids) believe financial apps are ‘a good way to teach [kids] about financial matters’.
Games tied with food as the number one purchase made by kids, followed by toys (tied with clothes). A survey conducted by Australian parenting website raisingchildren.net.au also found that entertainment, toys and games represent the biggest pocket money spend.
But what kinds of lessons might kids be learning from apps?
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Are you a lucky person? Start talking about the lottery, says Dorothy Rowe in The Real Meaning of Money, and pretty soon, you’re talking about magic.
Do you have good luck, or bad luck?
What’s your lucky number?
As we’re preparing to leave Japan after almost three months, getting ready to pack our bags, I find myself reflecting on the belongings we have with us, those we left behind, and the day we arrived in Osaka.
We got off the bus with our small backpacks and began walking down the road. Most people were struggling with heavy suitcases and multiple bags. As we continued on foot to a cheap restaurant where we could spend a few hours before our check-in, we passed a small trolley, probably belonging to a homeless person, impeccably organised. Expensive executive bags with specialty pockets and zippers and organising inserts would not come close to the precision with which the owner of this trolley had carefully stored their few possessions. An assortment of neatly stacked books. A row of well-organised toiletries.