But during our walk to watch the Republican debate at our friends' place, we started discussing the American Dream while carrying a pineapple from Costa Rica and popcorn made with palm oil.
Are we living it? We wondered. We have jobs at universities, our one bedroom apartment has running utilities albeit no central air or working oven and we're both almost insured. We're tickling thirty and don't have kids, but we do have an infant marriage. Debt free and we don't live pay check to pay check. Sounds like a fucking dream to me, and I'm not even being sarcastic.
The American Dream is supposed to be subjective, right?
I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't actually believe in the damn thing because the Jesuits told me it was all a lie, but you know who does? Jaime's padre.
Unlike my own padre, he wanted his sons to sail across the Atlantic to achieve success and high salaries. Alfredo, I see you, I love you, I feel you. I get it.
My brother-in-law and husband are brilliant people who deserve all the success that they will absolutely get in their lifetimes, but what have they given up?
No honey, you will not get the month of August off to surf and swim among the orange groves.
Please talk to your new boss about how much time you get for Christmas. I really don't know if it will be enough to visit your family and dog.
Sweetheart, I know that healthcare is a basic human right and so do you, but we still have to pay a shit ton of money for it.
We couldn't afford children even if we did want them because we won't get maternity/paternity leave.
No, we can't just "get another degree." That will cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Anyway, we sort of watched the debate.
Nine men with ghastly fake tans plus Ben Carson all having achieved or been born into the American Dream saying some of the dumbest fucking shit I have ever heard.
If this is what the big AD is supposed to look like...
Imma gonna pass. Mkay?
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