*Re-posted from my now retired personal blog, The Unconventional Newlywed.
Do you want to know why it is hard to be married and a broke graduate student these days? Because America is a mean place to live.
We can all blame this guy:
Don’t be fooled by his gentle, grandfatherly appearance. He is a ruthless hope killer who represses the weak and bolsters the rich. HE IS THE MAN. Damn the man!
This week I learned how to play Monopoly. Have you ever played Monopoly – the real way? All of my childhood I thought the game was an endless loop about the board, trying to avoid jail and roll doubles every time.
There is money exchanging in the real game. A little economy between players. Who knew?!
I didn’t. Alex taught me (chalk up another point for the husband).
Here’s the catch – the game of Monopoly is just as is sounds. A quest for MONOPOLY.
It is unethical! Illegal!
Especially with only two players, it is inevitable that one player will dominate the board slowly driving the other into defaulting on mortgages and selling little plastic kidneysjust to pay for utilities.
Is this America or what? And the game is not even ashamed. Official rules of the game state, winning is not only amassing wealth but making all other players bankrupt.
|Look at pretentious old gramps, sneering at your common man-ness.|
This game is bad for mental health. Unless your a trust fund baby zooming through life on your daddy’s little tin race car, you’re doomed to an existence of overextended credit.
That said, 3 out of the 4 games Alex & I have played I bankrupted Alex. It’s a terrible thing to watch your partner sink into unresolvable debt while your piles of $500 bills lay watching in ennui.
|The view from the wealthy side of the game.|