Resume Writing Drills — Thinking about Goals and Anticipating the Reader

What’s a resume?
A resume is a summary of your goals, skills, and achievements.  (And not a space for you to brag about yourself). Here are a few writing drills to help you write a resume.

List three goals you want to achieve by end of the day
Be honest and keep it simple.  Example:

  • Eat pizza
  • Watch Game of Thrones
  • Get laid

List three goals that help you achieve the goals listed above

  • Have more money to spend on dates
  • Nicer body
  • New ride

List three goals that help you achieve the goals listed above
This drill helps you to understand the process it takes to reach your goals so you can map out what needs to be done. You can continue this drill as much as you want. Eventually,  think about longer term goals.  For instance:

List three goals you want to achieve over the next year
Repeat what you did above for “end of the day” goals. Once this drill is exhausted, you can broaden your timeline to, say, “decade” or by a certain age or by the end of your life.  Up to you how far you want to take this drill.

Drills to help you anticipate your reader
Good writers anticipate the reader. Try to understand the reader’s perspective.  To begin with, consider cliches. What common phrases are other people putting on their resume?  Imagine how the reader feels about reading resumes full of cliches.

List 10 cliches people use to describe themselves
I’ll start with two, you finish the rest:

  • Love to laugh
  • Great communication skills

How do you feel about cliches? What do you think about those who use them?

List 10 cultural cliches
I’ll start with three, you finish:

  • Knowledge is power!  (uh, no it’s not)
  • Treat others as you want to be treated (not everyone wants what you want)
  • Personal is the political
  • .

This drill isn’t hard once you get going. Do it with friends!

Point of “cliche” drills
It trains you to stand out.  To stand out, you have to be aware of what other people are doing and ask if they’re doing it right.     



Daily Lesson Plan — Multiplication Trick and Reading Comprehension Drill

The Privileged Poor, once the blog site of a now defunct clothing store, is now the site of the Alive Juice Bar tutoring service.   We’ll be posting daily lesson plans to help students get through indefinite school closures.

Multiplication Trick

(The progression to this trick is mastery of our basic addition and multiplication drills).

Anytime you see a two digit times two digit problem, if the first digits of both numbers add up to 10 AND the second digits of both numbers are the same, you can use this trick to solve the problem faster than if you use traditional method.  Example:

47×67= 6×4=24+7=31, the first two digits of the answer.  The last two digits of the answer is 7×7=49.  So the answer is 3149

27×87=2×8=16+7=23.  The last two digits of the answer is 7×7=49.  So the answer is 2349.






Write ten more problems and solve them.  Double check your work with a calculator.

A drill like this is like taking the stairs instead of the elevator. It prepares you for when the elevator is broken.

Reading Comprehension Drill
The best way to improve reading comprehension isn’t to answer reading comprehension questions, it’s to read a passage and then ask three questions about it.  Example:

Chickenshit refers to behavior that makes military life worse than it need be: petty harassment of the weak by the strong; open scrimmage for power and authority and prestige; sadism thinly disguised as necessary discipline; a constant ‘paying off of old scores’; and insistence on the letter rather than the spirit of ordinances.
― Paul Fussell, Wartime: Understanding and Behavior in the Second World War


  • Is “chickenshit” used as a metaphor or an analogy?
  • Why do the strong harass the weak in the military?
  • Can discipline ever not be sadistic?

Find a passage you want to read. Write three questions after you’ve read it.  Find four more and repeat process.

This drill trains your mind to be more curious and engaged instead of merely knowledgeable and usually disengaged.

Why Drills are Important
They make a lot of work routine and effortless so you can focus on creative problem solving.  Is there an NFL player who doesn’t do drills, from weight training to yoga to sprints?  Do we let someone who is out of shape play an NFL game?

Then why do we let students who’ve rarely been drilled in fundamentals learn geometry and read Chaucer? And then educators complain that most hate geometry and few do their reading. Well, lack of drilling is like sending the football team out to play without helmets, it’s going to be a bloodbath.

Drilling also helps students develop patience (aka delay of gratification) and discipline, arguably the two most important traits to have to do well in life.


Daily Lesson Plan — Multiplication and Vocab Drills

The Privileged Poor, once the blog site of a now defunct clothing store, is now the site of the Alive Juice Bar tutoring service.   We’ll be posting daily lesson plans to help students get through indefinite school closures.

Multiplication Drills
This link takes you to three multiplication worksheets (only do the first three, left to right):

It’s important to give yourself no more than 80 seconds to finish each worksheet, even if the third worksheet recommends five minutes. Time yourself, stop when time goes off.  Do all three.  Then grade all three.  Repeat process until you score 100 percent on all three.

Once you’ve mastered these drills, you can learn advanced multiplication tricks we’ll review tomorrow.

Vocabulary and Writing Drills
You need to know the meaning of the following 10 words if you want to score >700 on the SAT verbal:

  • Oblique
  • Inchoate
  • Ubiquitous
  • Nonchalance
  • Feckless
  • Misanthropic
  • Alacrity
  • Obtuse
  • Cursory
  • Acumen

Write a story using the words listed above.  Include the following words: petty, asshole, profanities. Use the words above in any order.  Example:

Cheetah is a feckless, misanthropic asshole. That’s why he took advantage of the covid pandemic to commit all sorts of petty crimes, all carried out with acumen and alacrity. He flashed and groped women, vandalized, shoplifted, whatever he felt like doing to express his inchoate rage against humanity.  The police were usually too busy with covid checkpoints to deal with petty criminals. Once, a police officer tried to arrest Cheetah, who responded with nonchalance and taunts: “arrest me (cough cough) officer, I have (cough cough) coronavirus.” The police officer backed off, and Cheetah walked away screaming obtuse profanities at him.

Cheetah got bolder. He took a cursory glance at the line outside of Costco. He walked up to a woman distracted by her phone and snatched her purse. A few people chased Cheetah but he was too fast for them, disappearing in the woods oblique from the Costco line.

Why Drills are Important
They make a lot of work routine and effortless so you can focus on creative problem solving.  Is there an NFL player who doesn’t do drills, from weight training to yoga to sprints?  Do we let someone who is out of shape play an NFL game?

Then why do we let students who’ve rarely been drilled in fundamentals learn geometry and read Chaucer? And then educators complain that most hate geometry and few do their reading. Well, lack of drilling is like sending the football team out to play without helmets, it’s going to be a bloodbath.

Drilling also helps students develop patience (aka delay of gratification) and discipline, arguably the two most important traits to have to do well in life.

Daily Lesson Plan — Intermediate Drills

The Privileged Poor, once the blog site of a now defunct clothing store, is now the site of the Alive Juice Bar tutoring service.   We’ll be posting daily lesson plans to help students get through indefinite school closures.

Why Drills are Important
They make a lot of work routine and effortless so you can focus on creative problem solving.  Is there an NFL player who doesn’t do drills, from weight training to yoga to sprints?  Do we let someone who is out of shape play an NFL game?

Then why do we let students who’ve rarely been drilled in fundamentals learn geometry and read Chaucer? And then educators complain that most hate geometry and few do their reading. Well, lack of drilling is like sending the football team out to play without helmets, it’s going to be a bloodbath.

Drilling also helps students develop patience (aka delay of gratification) and discipline, arguably the two most important traits to have to do well in life.

Math Drills
Today’s drill is subtraction, timed 80 seconds per worksheet. This link takes you to five subtraction worksheets:

It’s important to give yourself no more than 80 seconds to finish each worksheet. This will ultimately force you to look at each problem differently from how you were taught, and you might just look at numbers more intuitively. Time yourself, stop when time goes off.  Do all five.  Then grade.  Repeat process until you score 100 percent on all five.

Some of you are like, WTF, how is it possible to complete the 3 digit minus 3 digit worksheet in 60 seconds?  It’s possible if you stop trying to finish each problem with the process you learned in school and focus instead on the relationship between the two numbers you’re subtracting.  Example:


Many will break down this problem into parts, beginning with (1)0 – 2 = 8, followed by 9-1=8-8=0, etc.

No need to do that if you have an intuitive understanding of numbers.  The answer “8” will immediately jump out, less than a second.  Instead of focusing on the process, look at the numbers:


and  then


You can develop this intuition by first mastering the single digit minus single digit worksheet, then the double digit minus double digit worksheet, and so on and so forth.  You’ll actually start feeling the numbers instead of staring at them like the first time you saw your own shit. Again, the 80 second time limit is key to developing this intuition.

Verbal and Vocabulary Drill

Memorize a poem of your choice. Find a poem with words you’re not familiar with to turn this into a vocabulary drill.  For instance, I once worked with an employee to memorize Edgar Allen Poe’s Annabel Lee and she wasn’t familiar with the word “coveted,” from the lines:

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

I asked her what she thought it meant.  Her answer was “they’re happy for the love that the author has with his beloved Annabel Lee.”  A typical answer from a naive 12 year old. And one which she figured out is the wrong answer after she read the entire poem.

Memorizing poetry not only develops your memory muscles and perhaps your vocabulary, it’ll help you develop your intuition about other people and the world in general. You’ll begin to feel what the author feels and you’ll become more sensitive to the meaning of words so that the common misuse of a word like “impact” (instead of the more precise “affect”) will bother you.  And finally, you’ll learn to understand the world from another perspective.  You’ll learn empathy.

Pay attention to the rhythm and intonation of your recitation.  It shouldn’t be monotone and rhythm-less.  Nor should it be over dramatic.  Use this as an opportunity to develop an intuition for what is and isn’t elegant and graceful.

This drill isn’t complete until the poem is memorized perfectly.

Daily Lesson Plan — Basic Drills

The Privileged Poor, once the blog site of a now defunct clothing store, is now the site of the Alive Juice Bar tutoring service.   We’ll be posting daily lesson plans to help students get through indefinite school closures.

Why Drills are Important
They make a lot of work routine and effortless so you can focus on creative problem solving.  Is there an NFL player who doesn’t do drills, from weight training to yoga to sprints?  Do we let someone who is out of shape play an NFL game?

Then why do we let students who’ve rarely been drilled in fundamentals learn geometry and read Chaucer? And then educators complain that most hate geometry and few do their reading. Well, lack of drilling is like sending the football team out to play without helmets, it’s going to be a bloodbath.

Drilling also helps students develop patience (aka delay of gratification) and discipline, arguably the two most important traits to have to do well in life.

Math Drills
Here’s a drill that’ll train you to think faster. Let’s start with basic addition.  Seriously, even if you’re taking AP Calc.  This link takes you to five addition worksheets:

Give yourself 80 seconds to finish each worksheet. Time yourself, stop when time goes off.  Do all five.  Then grade.  Repeat process until you score 100 percent on all five.

If you’re exhausted after one round of this “sprinting” exercise, it means you’re mentally out of shape, similar to someone who can’t run a mile.

Vocabulary and Writing Drills

Link to list of 262 words you need to know in order to score ~550 on the SAT verbal section.

This link recommends you use flashcards to memorize the words. I disagree, flashcards are stupid because most of the info is stored in short-term memory. It’s more efficient to read the definition and then write a sentence using the word, you’ll develop a more intuitive sense of the word. And get freaky when writing a sentence, it’ll make exercise more fun!

Work toward writing a sentence without having to look up definition of the word. Once you have that down, have someone pick two words from the list for you to include in a sentence.

An advanced version of this exercise is to make it a game between two or three people, each playing a character and taking turns to write a dialogue. Might have a good short story by the end. Example:

Player 1 calls out “dire” and “foreseeable”
Player 2: This coronavirus shit is going to be dire for the foreseeable future.
Player 2 calls out “candid” and “coarse”
Player 1: I appreciate your candid assessment, but do you have to express it in such a coarse manner?
Player 1 calls out “opine” and “treacherous”
Player 2: Treacherous bitch, who told you to opine about how I express myself?

And so on and so forth.


Crazy Rich Asians is an Activist Film

“Be observant and hide your strength. Lay low and bide your time” — Deng Xiaoping


I was expecting a Cinderella-Jane Austenesque Hollywood romantic comedy except with an all-Asian cast and requisite food motifs. Which it is, but there’s more to it.  To begin with, the film is prefaced with a quote from Napoleon:

 China is a sleeping giant. Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will move the world

A preface more typical for an action-thriller set against the backdrop of shifting global order than for a romantic-comedy ostensibly about the ways of the human spirit when at the intersection of class status, prejudice, and romance.  Is Crazy Rich Asians also an allegory about the inner-workings of shifting global power as seen from the street level?

Yes.  Especially when you consider this:

  • Kevin Kwan, author of the novel the film is based on, turned down a movie option because it required the lead female character Rachel Chu to be White.
  • Kwan and director John Chu turned down a lucrative *guaranteed* Netflix offer because they felt that this film *needed* to be seen by a wide mainstream audience.

So it was never about the money.  They had something to say and wanted to be heard by many.

Opening Scene

It’s 1995, London.  Rain soaked and disheveled Chinese family frantically enters posh boutique hotel. They ask to be shown to their reserved suite.  They’re denied and told to find a room in Chinatown. (Young surname can be either Chinese or Anglo, front desk was expecting Anglo).  She asks if she can at least use the phone to call her husband.  Denied again.  After placing a call in a phone booth — with two adults and two kids crammed in there because it’s still pouring out — she and her family return to the hotel.  An old man greets them like they’re old friends and announces to the petrified front desk staff that the family they told to fuck off just purchased the hotel.

The purpose of this scene is fourfold: first to secure audience sympathy for this family because it’s not always easy to sympathize with the crazy rich. Second, this provides insight into what motivates them. Third, to remind audience of the nature of Sino-Anglo relations at the everyday street level.  Fourth, it foreshadows *payback time.*

Anglos were much nicer to Chinese 100 years ago. They call Chinese much worse things today, especially in The Economist and New York Times and Harvard’s admissions committee meetings.  .


And there’s a lot to pay back.  Crazy Rich Asians is full of payback moments that have nothing to do with what’s going on in the film itself, but rather in reference to the history of insults — especially those produced by Hollywood — endured by Chinese and Asians in general.

Back to the first scene:  Eleanor, the pissed off new owner, doesn’t fire anyone.  She only sternly tells the front desk to clean up the muddy mess in the lobby.  It’s a prelude to what’s to come in the film. It announces that this film, unlike The Joy Luck Club, isn’t made by yellow house niggers and none of the film characters are yellow house niggers. It’s as if Crazy Rich Asians takes its audience to a Chinese restaurant that doesn’t serve orange chicken or beef broccoli or eggrolls.  Instead, it’ll be stinky tofu, beef intestine noodles, and chicken feet for dinner. Bon appetit.

The Payback

Three jokes stand out.  First is when the lead couple, Rachel Chu and Nick Young, arrive at Singapore Changi Airport. Rachel remarks:

Wow, Changi has a butterfly garden and a movie theater! All J.F.K. has is salmonella and despair.”

The second from the Singaporean father who tells his kids to “…finish your food, there are starving children in America.”

The third: “she just thinks you’re some trashy unrefined banana.  Yellow on the outside, White on the inside.”

Together, these jokes tell a different story about the West in relation to the East that people are used to: US as a Third World nation, lack of sophistication racialized as acting White, and Asia — Singapore, Hong Kong, and Shanghai specifically — as the center of economic and cultural gravity, displacing London and New York.

There are other scenes that reinforce this new way of looking at global power and order. The raucous bachelor party features White Miss Universe contestants from around the world as the entertainment.  The White faces throughout the film are all tokens — the help — bartenders and band members.  The kids are expected to return to Asia, not flee from it, for a better life.

Clash of Civilizations

Rachel Chu represents the American way. Her mom tells her: “You may speak Chinese and you may look Chinese.  But inside (pointing to Rachel’s head and then her heart), you are American.  You think like an American.” This scene references how Asians have typically been depicted in US media: either as perpetual foreigner or as outsider proving their American-ness.  Here, she doesn’t have to prove her American-ness, it’s given that she represents American values and way of life.  Instead, she has to prove her Chinese-ness and act as mediator and negotiator in a clash of civilizations.

The mahjong scene makes it clear that the conflict between Rachel and Eleanor was never about class prejudice, even if it cames off that way for much of the film.  Come on, it’s not like Rachel is some Julia Roberts Pretty Woman skank (like the slutty gold-digging Kitty Poon character).  She’s an economics professor at NYU who is frugal and obviously not a gold-digger and any business empire would love to have someone like her on their team.  Eleanor in fact tells Rachel that it’s not about class background, it’s about her American ways. She doesn’t think Rachel can ever lose her American-ness to become Chinese.  The familiar American immigrant story — the struggle to prove one’s American-ness — is turned upside down.

East versus West

How Eleanor breaks down the salient differences:

East: Family oriented, sacrifice self for family
West: Individualistic, follow your passion

East: Happiness is an illusion, seek contentment instead
West: Pursue happiness

The Young family making dumplings together scene is touching because it shows how family traditions are passed on and connect different generations together. The work it takes to make that moment possible is much more than anyone realizes, Eleanor tells Rachel, and that work requires self-sacrifice, which she doesn’t think Rachel is prepared to do for the family. Question arises: is this East-West binary necessary?  Is it possible to be family oriented AND individualistic?

Crazy Rich doesn’t answer those questions and perhaps they’ll be answered in one of the planned sequels.  In the meantime, Rachel, in recognizing that a half-win — accepting Nick’s marriage proposal — is still a loss because Nick would lose his family, takes a gamble — rejecting Nick’s first proposal and letting Eleanor why she did that –that gives her a full win: marriage proposal with Eleanor’s blessing. Is this an instance of American values winning or of Rachel proving her Chinese-ness?

Why the Film Is Effective

There’s usually some truth to every stereotype and telling people to not trust their own eyes isn’t an effective way to win people over unless maybe it’s on a college campus full of students with mental disorders.  So instead of making everything opposite day, as the less sagacious tend to do — eg. Asians ARE lazy, they’re NOT good at math, they ARE lactose tolerant, they HAVE big penises — they bring back all the racist tropes and archetypes of Asians that Hollywood has shown. The weird Asian dweeb, the status obsessed dragonlady bitches, the arrogant asshole (damn he was funny), the asshole with a chopstick up his ass, materialistic and gold-digging Asian bitches in bunches, the ostentatious nouveau riche with their Versailles decor…it’s all there and it’s all true. Asians, after all, are human and humans are, by definition, pathetic assholes. Difference is that in this film, these bitches and assholes *don’t define* what it means to be Asian and a few of the characters come pretty close to living up to the Prince Charming and Cinderella archetype that’s been mostly reserved for White and (more recently) Black characters.  None of the deeply flawed Asian characters are foils to make White or Black characters look better.  They’re just there to show us their — and our — humanity.





  • Grandma, the Matriarch of the family speaks Mandarin, not English.  If this is an old money Chinese-Singaporean family, then her first language would be English.  Founder of modern Singapore Lee Kuan Yew’s first language was English, then Malay.  He didn’t learn Mandarin until his late 30s because by then he was becoming a prominent politician.  In fact, until past 40 years, many Chinese Singaporeans didn’t speak Mandarin.  They spoke other Chinese dialects instead.  Mandarin is common now because of government campaigns to promote the language and it’s what’s taught in school. (Singaporeans are expected to be bilingual in English and an assigned language based on ethnicity).
  • There’s no paparazzi in Singapore, partially because of the strict privacy laws and Singaporeans don’t give a shit about who is who. That’s why so many Hong Kong and Chinese entertainment stars and billionaires live in Singapore.
  • Singaporeans tend to be understated and frugal.  (Lee Kuan Yew ruled Singapore as a British Headmaster would a boarding school. Boorish behavior you’d see on mainland China isn’t tolerated).  The kind of flash we see in this film is more common in mainland China and, to a lesser extent, Hong Kong.
  • Some of the conversations sound more like pretentious middle-class talk rather than candid discussions between those who attended British boarding schools, Oxbridge, and Stanford (Rachel Chu).  Referring to the party as a “soiree” and the excessive politeness when dissing each other are examples.
  • What’s with Peik Lin’s Blaccent?  Ok ok, that’s probably Awkafina’s natural voice but it’s weird in Singapore context.
  • Ken Jeong’s American Valley Boy accent.  Yeah, I know that’s how he talks naturally. But doesn’t work in Singapore context.
  • Stream of water down the wedding walkway?  How does that work?
  • “Two thousand years of guilt tripping their children” should be changed to “shaming their children.”  Chinese culture is shame culture, not a guilt culture. Anglo culture is a guilt culture (thus their obsession with charities to assuage guilt they feel from fucking over other people whereas Chinese don’t feel guilt when they do the same).


Suburban White Trash

By Arielle E. and Roxanne G.

Suburbia, and NOT the city, is where cool fashion begins.

First, let’s talk about why suburbia sucks, and then I’ll explain how the suckiness of suburbia makes for cool fashion.

Everyone around me has a stick up their ass
Middle class conformity begins with middle-class insecurity. Most of the middle-class suburbanites act like they’re one bad move away from becoming Trailer Trash, either because they ARE Trailer Trash (my family) or because they’re either one generation removed from or one bad move to becoming Trailer Trash. That’s why everyone has a stick up their ass about this and that and everything. Anything that hints of trailer trash must be avoided at all times. Which makes everyone look and act like…Suburban Trash.

The bulges in their parents’ wallet determines their class and popularity
Doesn’t matter if Tiffany’s dad robs the elderly with high pressure sales tactics or Heather’s step-dad seduces young and impressionable young men with network marketing scams or Toby’s dad is an ambulance chaser. If they have money, they’re considered part of the suburban upper class, regardless of their taste, job, and character. The ones with money think they’re sophisticated when they’re just burlesque versions of Kim Kardashian, who herself is a burlesque version of Liz fucking Taylor. No wonder there are so many bimbos in suburbia.

Pretentious. Assholes. Everywhere.
Well if the popular kids are doing burlesque, guess what everyone else is doing? Burlesque!

I was the poor kid so I was the target of everyone’s bullying.
If you weren’t doing burlesque or were bad at it, which was the case for the poorest kids, then you were bullied. The Suburban Caste System is reinforced daily because the suburbs aren’t supposed to have poor people. It’s supposed to be idyllic, which is why people move here in the first place. Except it isn’t, a lot of people are struggling to maintain appearances.

I was taught by those around me – including my own mom- to fake it like we were well off, that everything was ok. But that was bullshit. I didn’t like spewing bullshit. It made me feel nasty inside.
This isn’t “faking it till you make it.” In the world of suburban burlesque, it’s about “faking it till everyone gets sick of the stupid act.” This stupid act made me even more aware of being poorer than those around me, which made me angrier at myself not just for being poor, but for pretending *to not be poor.* And it’s this stupid act, not the state of being poor or whatever, that tears families apart. Everyone around me either is or is going crazy.


This is what happens when you wear the wrong sweater. (Welcome to the Dollhouse).

Described above are five of the seven deadly sins: greed, pride, vanity, envy, and wrath. There’s plenty of the other two too — lust and sloth — where I grew up and we’ll get to that some other time.  Point is, suburbia is an evil, evil place.  Which would be fine if we called it for what it is.  But we don’t, it’s supposed to be idyllic.  They say only cities are supposed to have domestic violence, drug abuse, rape, murder, poverty, prostitution, and weirdos. So city dwellers are ready for that kind of shit, they’re expecting it (they’re especially looking forward to meeting the weirdos).

What really happens at your idyllic suburban high school. (Scene from Welcome to the Dollhouse).


These two pretend to like each other on Facebook.

Suburbanites, in their expectation for the idyllic, aren’t prepared for the kind of diversity of experiences expected in cities because they’re not expecting it.  When weird shit happens, their impulse is to either deny it ever happened or make a big deal out of nothing and get offended about stupid shit.  And that’s precisely why suburbanites are a special type of crazy — “batshit crazy” as my editor puts it.


These bitches are so crazy, they made two movies about them.  (Stepford Wives).

And it’s that brand of crazy, that arises from an uncanny expectation for that spirit crushing, outlandish, total conformity of manners and fashion, is what spurs creative fashion.  Oppression, not freedom, is the necessary condition for creativity.  And when you grow up with this much bullshit, you either conform — ie. you die — or you figure out how to break out.  Sure, cool cities like San Francisco and NYC get credit for all the cool fashion that starts in the suburbs but that’s because they have the power to legitimize, which is not the same as doing the creative work suburban teens have quietly been doing.


This Alexander Wang piece is old news in suburbia, suburban White Trash like me have been wearing ugly old sweaters like this and getting bullied for doing so since 2nd grade.  But he gets the credit because he grew up in San Fran and lives in NYC.  Motherfucker.

Suburban White Trash
If Suburban White Trash is what happens when suburbanites pretend they’re ideal suburbanites but are in fact White Trash putting up a ridiculous act when they arrive in the suburbs to seek a new life, then Suburban White Trash is a big fucking movement that we should pay attention to.  This is a layer of American life that’s been ignored for too long. At the Privileged Poor, we’re going to figure out what it means to be Suburban White Trash and how they’re influencing the American cultural landscape.

How to Look Fuckable While Pregnant

According to a 2009 study of pregnant women and their sex drive, 52% reported being horny more than five days a week, 38 % for three to five days, the remaining less than three days.  In another study, only 21% of women say that they’re having sex two or more times a week, while 61% of pregnant women are having sex less than twice a month.  In yet another study, 79% of women report masturbating more often during pregnancy than they had when they were virgins.  In other words, there are a lot of horny pregnant women out there, but many of them aren’t getting laid. Why is that?

Some reasons for this sad and unnecessary situation:

  • sexist American values teach us that pregnant women are pure and never horny
  • ignorant beliefs such as 68% of men believing that they’d be “jizzing on their unborn child” if they engage in preggers sex
  • fake news spreading rumors about babies born without lips due to preggers sex
  • racist memes suggesting that White people aren’t built for preggers sex
  • religious extremists telling people that preggers sex is a sin

The fashion industry has also contributed to the bias against pregnant women. There has — incredibly — never been a visibly pregnant runway model. Mainstream maternity fashion displays pregnant women as “asexual hermaphrodites,” or as “temporary alien beings,” or as “androgynous pageboys.”


This mainstream fashion photo tells viewers: don’t have sex with her because shes’s about to fall over.


Polka-dots, the “stop sign” of fashion. Nothing makes a man lose an erection faster than the sight of polka-dots.  Polka-dots are ubiquitous in mainstream maternity fashion.


She doesn’t look fuckable. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want some.  I asked her, she does.

Put simply, the message maternity fashion industry sends to pregnant women is: “you don’t look sexy and fuckable so don’t bother trying.”  Well, we think that’s fucked up and we’re going to do something about it.

Pregnant women everywhere ARE sexy and fuckable and should be getting laid.  At the Privileged Poor, we’re going to change the way people think about pregnant women and maternity fashion. Pregnant women are neither delicate nor pure — they run marathons, they’re CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, they give corporate tarot card readings, and they want to get laid, and often.


Sexy swollen feet.  If you don’t think these are sexy, then you deserve to run out of toilet paper the next time you take a shit.



Our project isn’t to just create maternity fashion that frames pregnant women as sexual beings, but also to get us to re-consider what is sexy and what it means to be pregnant.  And ultimately, what it means to be fashionable.


She’s hot.  And horny.


Maternity lingerie.  Awww yeah!



Frequently Asked Questions

What inspired the design of the clothing store?
The (small) budget, customer expectations, and leftovers from construction projects. Circumstances determined the scope and nature of the design.  Analogy: some go grocery shopping with a shopping list and an ideal meal in mind. We went shopping without a list, only a budget and the goal to create something functional within that budget.  From there, we’ll make improvements.


Chairs hanging on walls as clothing racks.

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Bunk bed as a clothing rack.

Why is it designed like a bedroom?  
We want customers to experience the store as *investigating* someone’s bedroom as a spatial metaphor of identity and psychological depth. Customers are encouraged to sift through the desk and dresser and under the mattress, where they’ll find not only clothes and accessories, but also “personal” items such as diaries (fictional), porn magazines (if we can find some), and love letters received or never sent (fictional).

What items do you carry? 
An assortment to start, from traditionally vintage items such as a fur lined cape coat from the 40s and a an A-line coat from the 60s.  A few couture items from designers such as Valentino.  Random stuff from our juice bar and dance studio lost-and-found. Stupid funny T-shirts.  An elegant sari. Otherwise, mostly ordinary items from Tse, Banana Republic, Ann Taylor, J. Crew, etc.  Not much for now, but it’ll grow and find its identity.


Emojis and footprints on the soft floor.

I heard you’re going to sell used women’s panties and soap bubbles?
Yes. We’ll put panties in a zip lock bag with a photo (from random magazine, maybe GQ) of a woman or a man.  Also included is a short blurb about the person: “Sabrina plays the flute in nothing but stockings and high heels”; “Adam has a fetish for armpit hair.” We’re also going to sell soap bubbles in a container.


Do you offer consignment services?  
No.  Not planning to, but that could change.

Do you have an online presence? 
We’re working on setting something up on Ebay. Advice welcome.

Do you purchase clothes?
When we have money to do so we will.  For now, we offer credit. And it’d be much appreciated if someone can hook us up with couture leftovers.

What sort of clothes are you interested in?
Interesting or marginalized items, such as authentic Mao suits; sarees, head scarves and veils, cheongsams.   Also couture items and vintage classics, but we don’t have the money to pay fair value for them. Run of the mill lightly used items from Banana Republic, Ann Taylor, J. Crew, we can offer juice bar credit.  No more women’s panties — trying to get rid of the ones we have.


Mao suit. On Chairman Mao.

So where did you get, I mean, this is, nevermind…

When will the store open?  
Soft-opening January 1st.  Limited hours that day, stay tuned.


Shiatzy Chen piece inspired by Chinese peasant clothing.


Samant Chauhan pieces.

Why She Got Knocked Up


In controversial 2012 New York Times op-ed How to Live Without Irony,  Princeton professor Christy Wampole calls Gen-Y hipsters fucktards for being irresponsible poseurs:

Manifesting a nostalgia for times he never lived himself, this contemporary urban harlequin appropriates outmoded fashions (the mustache, the tiny shorts), mechanisms (fixed-gear bicycles, portable record players) and hobbies (home brewing, playing trombone). He harvests awkwardness and self-consciousness. Before he makes any choice, he has proceeded through several stages of self-scrutiny. The hipster is a scholar of social forms, a student of cool. He studies relentlessly, foraging for what has yet to be found by the mainstream. He is a walking citation; his clothes refer to much more than themselves. He tries to negotiate the age-old problem of individuality, not with concepts, but with material things.

Is Wampole’s critique part of the tired cycle of one generation gratuitously belittling the next generation’s habits, attitudes, and sensibilities, or is there substance to Walpole’s observations? Let’s explore both possibilities and see where this takes us.

Wampole anticipates being called a hypocrite who is making a big deal about nothing.  So she confesses:

 I, too, exhibit ironic tendencies. For example, I find it difficult to give sincere gifts. Instead, I often give what in the past would have been accepted only at a White Elephant gift exchange: a kitschy painting from a thrift store, a coffee mug with flashy images of “Texas, the Lone Star State,” plastic Mexican wrestler figures. Good for a chuckle in the moment, but worth little in the long term. Something about the responsibility of choosing a personal, meaningful gift for a friend feels too intimate, too momentous. I somehow cannot bear the thought of a friend disliking a gift I’d chosen with sincerity. The simple act of noticing my self-defensive behavior has made me think deeply about how potentially toxic ironic posturing could be.

She tells us that she’s not perfect, that she too is guilty of insincerity — which in this context is ironically itself ironic posturing and self-defensive behavior — and uses an example that’s disingenuous at best. If “finding it difficult to give sincere gifts” is the best she can come up with, then I guarantee you she’s either hiding a dead body or there’s a lot of self-deception and repression going on here. People give insincere gifts to friends and family because deep down they don’t like and give a shit about them, yet are are obligated to pretend to like them.  There’s nothing ironic about shitty gifts, the giver is giving and communicating exactly what she intends to give and communicate. It’s the social context — spending the holidays with people you can’t stand — that’s drenched in irony, that allows the shitty gift to appear ironic so no one gets hurt.  It’s the denial of one’s true intentions — not ironic posturing — that’s toxic. 

This is a fashion blog, so here’s another way to look at it.  If you were surprised that that “nice White girl” from that nice conservative family with sterling reputation got knocked up by a cholo who wasn’t her boyfriend at the time of the tryst, and then tried to hide the pregnancy from everyone until she couldn’t, there’s something wrong with you too. “But she dresses so modestly, and seemed like the nicest girl in the world.” As if promiscuity and taste in men and impulse control have anything to do with hemlines and push-up bras and ridiculous middle-class manners.  “But I taught her Christian values and how to behave and to avoid the wrong crowd, I taught her to wait, at least until he’s accepted as a boyfriend,” mulls confused Mom. Sorry Mom, but protecting your daughter from the latest slut-wear trends doesn’t protect her from developing an addiction to flattery that got her knocked up by a trashy sweet talker you can’t stand. And remember, the apple doesn’t fall far from its tree, one of those apples will eventually be eaten by the person who planted that tree.


Who below is most ironic?

a) Forty year old tow truck driver drinking Mountain Dew and smoking cigarettes while listening to Bach and Mozart.

b) Trust fund kid majoring in Russian Lit. at Oberlin College, dressed like a hobo, listening to Casiotone for the Painfully Alone (obscure band specializing in ironic remakes of pop songs)

c) Thirty year old county prosecutor dressed in Brooks Brother’s suit, listening to Outkast (hardcore gangster rap) on his way to work

d) Modestly and mainstream dressed (with frilly accents and excessive patterns) 27 year old office manager who listens to Aaliyah and Norah Jones, attends church every Sunday.

a. That’s an amusing sight and sound.  He’s worth a look.

b. That’s a tired look. Usual old money rich kid dealing with feelings of guilt, pride, and ennui by trying on different personas. Which is why editorials on why it’s a tired look are themselves tired.

c. Mildly interesting.  Nah, nothing to look at, who gives a shit.

d. Looks and sounds boring. And that’s precisely why it’s my pick.  There’s a lot more to this look than it seems. This is the person we should be worried and talking about. This person, not the hipster, is the archetype of our collective madness.


Wampole says it’s wrong to appropriate styles one doesn’t understand. Which means she lives with a copy of her dissertation up her ass. Are we not allowed to listen to Bach if we don’t understand the purpose of counterpoint? Is it wrong for a woman to watch football to make herself more attractive to guys? Or for a guy to take ballet lessons for the babes? Attend opera to appear cultured and sophisticated, and not for the appreciation of opera?

Once read about a guy who took ballet lessons for the babes.  Ended up liking it so much he became more interested in ballet than the babes (which brought him more babes). Sincere appreciation often begins with exposure and disingenuous interest.


People don’t repress horrible memories.  In fact, people are far more likely to make-up horrible memories (to elicit sympathy, to play victim).  People only repress that which threatens their identity. And rage against those who threaten their identity.


Ironic mode of living isn’t new. It’s 1950 and Gloria Vanderbilt is slumming it with James Dean bad boy types and eventually goes on to popularize working class blue jeans for people of all social backgrounds. The tension created by ironic gestures — in this case, a blue blood trying out working class life — drives change in fashion.  What’s new for Wampole is the scale of ironic living and the availability of ironic modes.  Wampole on Internet’s impact on lifestyle options:

Life in the Internet age has undoubtedly helped a certain ironic sensibility to flourish. An ethos can be disseminated quickly and widely through this medium.

Not sure what she means by “a certain ironic sensibility” (do certain sensibilities thrive better in Internet age?).  Let’s set that aside for now and compare pre-Internet to Internet. In 1980, the small-town White girl could only imitate the lives she reads about in Glamour and Cosmopolitan (ha, you really think she read Pride and Prejudice?), the shows she watches on three (only!) TV channels (lives too far from films). Her options were limited to whatever a few Jews were telling actors and models who were pretending to be White Anglo-Saxon Pricks to act and wear.  In her world, homosexuality doesn’t exist, the French are romantic, NYC is scary, and the Japanese are boring.

Take same girl, have her experience 2015. Now every girl has to have a gay friend to be cool, the French are rude, NYC is exciting, and the Japanese are the funniest people on earth. That’s what happens when you have access to youtube, 100s of tv channels, streaming movies from around the world, and a far more diverse cast of American writers and actors.

And so?  All I get out of this comparison is that both have access to quick fixes and one person has more options to choose from when developing her identity and sensibilities. Wampole, in contrast, argues that the Internet age has somehow made Gen-Y hipsters morally, intellectually, and aesthetically deficient and that we should all strive to “live without irony.” Here’s an example Wampole provides of how hipsters have lost the ability to be patient:

Furthermore, the nostalgia cycles have become so short that we even try to inject the present moment with sentimentality, for example, by using certain digital filters to “pre-wash” photos with an aura of historicity. Nostalgia needs time. One cannot accelerate meaningful remembrance.

If this is her example, if using technology to play make-believe is a show of poor character, then she’s a Luddite and certi-fucking-fiably an Ivory Tower princess who makes a living complaining about stupid shit.  She’s calling someone who is creating an effect impatient. Next she’ll ask us to stop taking photos and do family portraits 18th century style, strike a pose until the artist is done some 6 hours later.  And toss all recorded music.  That’ll teach the philistines to delay gratification.

Wampole again on the difference between pre-Internet and Internet:

While we have gained some skill sets (multitasking, technological savvy), other skills have suffered: the art of conversation, the art of looking at people, the art of being seen, the art of being present. Our conduct is no longer governed by subtlety, finesse, grace and attention, all qualities more esteemed in earlier decades. Inwardness and narcissism now hold sway.

As if people’s conduct has ever been “governed by subtlety, finesse, grace, and attention.” And “inwardness and narcissism” have ALWAYS held “sway,” it’s our total depravity: you can read about that in Plato, Homer, Confucius, Sun-Tzu, Kierkegaard, the Bible, the story of Echo and Narcissus, pick any Classic from any culture and you’ll learn that people are born as fucktards and to live authentically is to struggle with one’s narcissism — our Original Sin — that basic human condition.


You can tell a lot about a person by what they’re embarrassed to like.


Ironic living isn’t the problem.  It’s not even the “ethos of our age.” Repression is.

When Wampole writes about hipsters, she’s primarily writing about upper-middle class kids and young adults.  The ones who don’t have to shop second hand and know they’re not supposed to watch Jersey Shore or listen to Justin Bieber but do so anyway with a smirk.  She feels qualified to write about them because, as she tells it, she grew up as one of them and now teaches them at Princeton.

Hipsters explore and negotiate the contours and boundaries of identity. Which is what non-hipsters in their age group are doing too.  As defensive and irresponsible as hipsters may appear, at least they recognize the shallowness of their experiments, the vulgarity of their desires, and the dissonant features of their lives. Let them be, they’re young, they’ll sort it out when they have real responsibilities.  And when they do sort it out, all their attempts at cool may produce something of value, something classic, and they’ll live out their lives either as the privileged poor (no money), or as bourgeois bohemians (have money).  I’m more worried about those who live ironically without realizing they’re doing so.  They’re the ones living a dangerous lie, they’re the ones who project on their bookshelves and closets and social media so they can repress repress repress: from their anger and fear and confusion to the miserable truths about their lives they prefer to not confront and fix.


Middle-class White woman, that “girl next door” we talked about above, had everyone fooled.  Her parents were fooled, her friends were fooled, but her ovaries weren’t.  When a cholo sweet talked her into spreading her legs, her body was saying: “this is the one,” even as her mind told her that mom and dad are going to be pissed, and friends are going to be shocked.

Why would she sleep with a cholo? She’s not slumming, only upper class women have the power to do that.

Because her public persona and look is a facade. Scan her bookshelf and you see middlebrow literature (New York Times best sellers that she thinks of as respectable literature but are in fact ridiculous and overwrought tales of redemption); artsy Hollywood films and mainstream foreign ones. Boring and middlebrow, right?  Look more closely. Her online subscription to New York Times shows she only reads articles on Restaurants and Travel. The Walter Isaacson’s Steve Jobs biography has never been touched. There are a few sappy romances in her movie collection. Now go into her room.  There you find dogeared murder mysteries and trashy romance novels and travel books. Her clothes may be from middle-class stalwarts like Banana Republic, but she picks items that are frilly or have excessive patterns. As much as she wants to be upper-middle class, as hard as she tries to maintain her middle-class identity, her baseline desires, habits, and worldview are thoroughly lower-middle class.  She doesn’t study for the CPA on dreary wet days, she doesn’t even curl up with a book, she binge watches TV while eating an entire tray of brownies. She works for rewards and praise, not for a sense of achievement and virtue.  She’s addicted to compliments. She’s afraid of being seen at McDonald’s. She’s easily hurt. She wears large hoop earrings.  She lives ironically without realizing it.

She tried dating into the upper-middle class. They didn’t like her, they weren’t impressed with her job or her bullshit college degree or her contrived taste.  The cholo, on the other hand, was impressed with all her books and her college degree and liked that she had a few extra pounds and thought she dressed pretty. He was sincere when he told her how smart she is, how pretty she is. Her ovaries responded accordingly.  This was the best thing to happen to her.  She’s finally free from living a lie and can be herself to her parents and friends.

The difference between a hipster and mainstream-knocked-up-by-cholo-girl-next-door isn’t in their desires, but in their approach to desire. The hipster doesn’t hide his desire to listen to Justin Bieber or his preference for ranch dressing or his urge for a McRib.  He wrly announces his baser desires, which is why he eventually outgrows them. The mainstream girl repressed her desires, or at least hid them from the public, which made them grow stronger and more infantile.

Everyone thought her life was over when she announced she was knocked up by a cholo (who by definition, doesn’t live ironically). Actually, her life was finally beginning. If she’d married that software engineer she and her parents hoped she’d marry, she’d be in therapy.  Ironically, it’s the cholo, despite not being able to provide her the life she and her parents once expected, who saved her. He showed her how free and happy she could be by living sincerely and authentically, as has he.