That's not poor. Poor is living in a dilapidated trailer with no dry wall and plaster particles you breath in your entire childhood giving you severe asthma, a front door that was beaten in by the cops 3 times and is held together with duct tape and plastic draw ties, one sink with running water...and all of this mostly because your crack addicted stepfather who beats you every day spends any money he might have on his addiction, leaving you hungry and hopeless...and unable to fathom a world that is hospitable to you. THAT is hopelessness. That is poverty...that's life in Appalachia. Those are the people that can't break out. If you think a kid in that situation just effortless breaks away from that ****, you are nuts. Oh, wah, you had to work at Best Buy. Spare me. ****, I wish I had a ride to Best Buy. Just like every other suburban kid that thinks they are "poor." Everyone else...the suburban "poor"...there really isn't as much of a cycle of hopelessness. They tend to do well, even though they were raised on *gasp* medicaid. Jesus ****ing Christ, judging people on the complete random ass luck of the draw that is the environment they are raised in...seriously...