Why I Blame the Billionaires for the Restaurant Down the Street
I’m not the only one cutting back. When regular people can’t afford small luxuries, entire communities suffer.
A cute restaurant on the historic downtown square a quick walk from my home is closing. I feel a little guilty because I didn’t go there often enough.
And I’m not the only one pulling back. Frugality feels responsible. But when it’s widespread and forced by inequality, it can quietly strangle a local economy.
Although we love living in a walkable area close to many bars, restaurants, coffee shops etc., we almost never actually visit any of these places.
Believe me, I’d love to be able to just amble over to one of the restaurants once a week or so and get to know the regulars. I dream of the Cheers situation — I want to go where everybody knows my name.
But I can’t.
I blame the oligarchs
As the ultra-wealthy hoard wealth and dodge taxes, the rest of us stretch every dollar. Executive pay balloons while worker pay stagnates. Billionaires pay lower effective tax rates than teachers and truck drivers. So when we skip dinners out, it’s not just frugality — it’s survival. And it’s killing our local economies.
While the poorest Americans pay little in income taxes, they pay an outsized amount of other taxes like payroll taxes, property taxes and sales taxes.
One study showed that the average American paid 13 percent but that the wealthiest 400 billionaire families paid just 8.2 percent.
My spending habits are not like those of Elon Musk or Mark Zuckerberg. Not even close. While my husband and I were sitting in the kitchen eating our thrifty little meal of black beans and pasta last night, they were having — well, let’s be honest, I have no idea. But I am fairly sure Elon and Mark had fancier dinners in fancier spaces and that neither of them cooked a darned thing.
The Big Stupidly Named Bill that gives to the billionaires while gutting families is full of bad things and will make income inequality far worse.
I’m an old hand at living frugally and so are lots of others. But I predict a lot of people who have up to now been able to pay for all kinds of little extras are going to start pulling back.
Think about the people this will hurt:
Your favorite neighborhood restaurant closes.
The servers lose their jobs.
The nail bar lays off workers.
The dog groomer downsizes.
The teen mowing your lawn loses summer income.
The woman who cleans your house can’t pay rent. And no, she won’t show up in job loss stats — not when you were paying her in cash.
This is how the dominoes fall
It starts at the top, with billionaires hoarding more than they could ever need. Then the middle class starts pulling back. The workers serving them feel it next. And at the bottom, the poorest — house cleaners, delivery drivers, the guy scraping by on gig apps — get crushed under the collapse.
The billionaires are still feasting. At my house, we’re stocking up on black beans.
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Maybe those of us who are blessed enough to afford a couple big luxuries should buy a few hundred small luxuries instead. I am trying to redirect myself, let’s see how it goes.
dont just live frugally
dabble in freeganism
it has the taste of forbidden fruit
Shit, STEAL from the rich and corporations and the govt
No reason why shit should only roll downhill
make Revolution