Salon: Its Hip To Be A Degenerate Parasite On Society

In an epic win for ridiculous reporting, Salon offers us a new hip lifestyle alternative:

They’re young, they’re broke, and they pay for organic salmon with government subsidies. Got a problem with that?

Magida, a 30-year-old art school graduate, had been installing museum exhibits for a living until the recession caused arts funding — and her usual gigs — to dry up. She applied for food stamps last summer, and since then she’s used her $150 in monthly benefits for things like fresh produce, raw honey and fresh-squeezed juices from markets near her house in the neighborhood of Hampden, and soy meat alternatives and gourmet ice cream from a Whole Foods a few miles away.

"I’m eating better than I ever have before," she told me. "Even with food stamps, it’s not like I’m living large, but it helps."

Mak, 31, grew up in Westchester, graduated from the University of Chicago and toiled in publishing in New York during his 20s before moving to Baltimore last year with a meager part-time blogging job and prospects for little else. About half of his friends in Baltimore have been getting food stamps since the economy toppled, so he decided to give it a try; to his delight, he qualified for $200 a month.

"I’m sort of a foodie, and I’m not going to do the ‘living off ramen’ thing," he said, fondly remembering a recent meal he’d prepared of roasted rabbit with butter, tarragon and sweet potatoes. "I used to think that you could only get processed food and government cheese on food stamps, but it’s great that you can get anything."

Personally, I think I’m going to quit my job, become an “artist”, and then attempt to make a living by professionally blogging about my art experiences.


God help us.

I’m also glad that I’m able to help fund the lifestyles of such artistic types.  Of course, I’m funding their lifestyle because government has a gun to my head forcing me to pay for their extravagance, but no matter.   Without statist agitators paid with my tax dollars, society might devolve into anarchy where we are all clad in rabbit pelts driving armored cars through an apocalyptic waste land shooting each other for fuel and food scraps.