Douchebaggery and Entitlement (Or, It Must Be Thursday)

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Tis a week before pay-day, and I’m bored with reading about the Duchy of Sussex’s charm school dropout side of the family. So I decided to catch up on what everyone else has been tweeting about, financially important things you should do before age 35.

I should have saved twice my salary. *Cue a bitter fountain of tears*

I am actually one of the Canadians who can’t even manage to save $500.

It should be easier than it looks. I don’t have student loan debt. I live with someone whose annual income is on-par with mine. But I’m 46, and still have kids at home, teenagers at that, with cell phones and the need for new clothes and groceries. Aye, the groceries.

Never mind the consumer debt. I got out of it once; it was nice. Did I mention the teenagers? Or, despite subscribing to online newsletters about responsible spending and saving, and making the effort, I still can’t quite get there? I do everything online. No cheques. No overdraft protection. Always try to avoid bank fees where possible. Cash only.

I have an 18-month-old granddaughter. I like to help out. The amount spent there isn’t garish by anyone’s standards. If I see a deal on diapers, or a book or a toy that combines fun and learning, I’m on it. She’s been eating what her parents eat, by and large, for a while now, which keeps the spending on baby and toddler food to a minimum.

All this said, I get angry when I hear about grown-ass men who have to be forcibly evicted from their parents’ home, where they contribute nothing, not even civilized conversation. Get a hair cut and get a job, ya damned hippie. Be a decent example to your son.

And then there’s Kevin Federline. Due to his overall irrelevance since 2008, following the nuclear meltdown of his marriage to Britney Spears, he’s had primary custody of their two sons and enjoyed monthly child support to the tune of $20,000. Now he says he needs three times that amount. I smell the smell of a man who’s been using one ex-wife to pay for the children he has with other women, which he should be ashamed of, frankly. Ya, ya. Nobody wants you when you’re down and out, right Kev? Oi! Hair cut! Job! Go get ’em.

It pisses me off when I see the 1% being stupid with their money, and still managing to come out ahead. Damned right I support increased taxation on the wealthy, even though I will never see any of it come back to me in the form of child tax benefits, since I owe the government money for the foreseeable future.

This reminds me to call my son – he’s 21 – and tell him to get on with opening a Registered Retirement Savings Plan. His contribution limit isn’t that steep. I don’t want him to look back at age 35, or even 45 or 65, and wonder where all the years of savings went.

 

The Wedding, A Happy Ending?

Is it too soon to say that everything is coming up Meghan, and literally in the nick of time?

This isn’t to say that her family has completely disappeared from the picture. Her father reportedly had surgery; her odious half-sister may or may not have invented an automobile accident involving a paparazzo; and the ex -in-law and her kids won’t be offering their tuppenny’s worth on Good Morning Britain.

While convention would have allowed Meghan’s mother Doria Ragland to escort her down the aisle, or Meghan to go it alone, Kensington Palace released a statement today that the Prince of Wales, her future father-in-law, will take her arm tomorrow morning.

Prince Charles has attracted his share of controversy over the years, but I could never think of any reason to contradict him as a parent. I think it’s sweet and fitting that he is walking her down the aisle. It is not a secret that he wanted a daughter of his own, and I believe that if a similar situation had arisen with the Duchess of Cambridge, he would have been there for her, too.

So, now that the wedding rehearsal is done and dusted, and things are calming down, I cannot wait to see the dress. And the cake. And hear Harry’s string of names pronounced with an actor’s polish during the vows.

 

Meghan Markle: Wedding Bell Hell?

What bride would want to be in Meghan Markle’s shoes right now?

The latest hiccup, that her ailing father isn’t going to walk her down the aisle at her wedding on Saturday morning, comes as no surprise, mostly because her half-sister Samantha is behind the reason, again.

I don’t understand the need people like Samantha have to keep throwing their weight around, making people miserable. So your sister got an upgrade in the marriage department? What’s that got to do with you? Nothing. I’d suggest looking inwardly, given that your sister has found little to no reason to maintain contact with you for almost a decade or more.

Another sister, an ex -in-law this time, is now in London with her sons for the wedding, but not as invited guests. Apparently, they are going to be “special correspondents” for Good Morning Britain. (Confidential to Meghan: upper-class people have eloped for less. Just saying.)

I suppose it’s too much to hope for that Meghan Markle and Prince Harry will have a peaceful wedding day, and that her family settles down and realizes that it IS all about HER, as it should be. The dress. The ring. The groom. All of it.

 

 

 

Much Ado About A Name

The little prince finally has a name: Louis Arthur Charles.

I can understand why the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge chose Charles. Equally, Arthur. I had hoped that the baby’s older brother, Prince George, wouldn’t have to share his name – an extension of his identity – with him, but apparently Louis for the House of Windsor has the same function as the name Leslie in my family: honouring a strong paternal figure across the generations.

I do wonder, though, if – if one is honouring grandparents, etc. in the naming of a newborn son – the Duchess’ family line was plumbed for ideas? And why not Philip? Perhaps for a third son? It’s a thought.

I don’t know why you’re obsessing over it, Mom, my teenage daughter chided. It’s not like he’s your kid, and they weren’t going to name him something popular.

True enough.

Regardless of what he’s called, publicly or privately, I wish him a lifetime of happiness and success in every capacity his position affords.