short version:
under the guise of care, these is a collection of virtue signaling of a brat who hates with intensity the ones economically inferior, as well as those economically superior. the poster child of equality for the sake of incompetence.
long version:
the egocentric musings of a rich western woman: just because she has a good life, everybody should have a good life. somehow for the brat the path is to take the way the less fortunate than her make money. simply not being able to afford the inflated rents that make autain's friends ”passive income”, or the endless taxes the people like autain use to calm their desire to ”do good” in their worthless lives. sure, the cashier might be able to buy a comfy couch for next to nothing. but the people who sell it need to be comfortable enough to buy a new couch. ups. that is consumerism. autain hates it. the cashier now needs to take that shitty job to make the lazy autain feel heard and served, because she is too precious to bag her own shopping. okay. the price for the couch has just risen. but that is fine, because the couch is new, as nobody has a couch to sell unless they die. the price for the couch should not be that high. but wait. autain needs ecology, and a clean city: somebody else has to pay for that. oh. it is the cashier. the one that autain hates so much, she wants to take away that already sh*tty job. so the price of the couch has doubled: clean disposal, an army of city workers cleaning the streets of old couch parts, recycling. all paid by the cashier, because autain will get tax returns for solar panels, and discounts for the 3rd child, while being paid maternity leave. is that all? of course not. the state takes a third to a half of its income from vat. an extra 20% for the couch. because autain wants free university to show mommy how smart she is. because autain needs public transport to feel good about her diesel-fueled car. because autain needs good roads. ”safe” roads. with good markings. all these things cost. and the result is, for the next six months, the cashier is going to stay on the floor at home, or on the single bed in the tiny shared appartment. of course, the cashier can make a credit for the couch. and autain would feel empowered to occupy her useless days writing blog posts about the evils of small credits. and the credit would make the cashier be chained to that uncomfortable chair for 12 months: the price to have a couch at home. the cashier would have to beg to get more shifts, and autain would feel so much better in her mindless righteousness speaking loud about the exploitation of the poor, the poor she hates, and whom she wants starved, pushed to another country, away from her precious egotistic family for which ”safety” is a paramount goal.
so what would help the imaginary cashier the couch faster? not having a sh*tty job, and living under constant scrutiny by autain's lazy aunts working at the social services. but autain does not care about that, because tax returns from hiring landscaping and nanny services come auto-magically in her bank account after the annual tax declaration. autain does not need to be humiliated by the state workers. and when she did, once, everybody was so nice: the poor rich girl who needs help.