Of course, some tragic day I might be forced to confess from whence came the money for his infant meals, at which point I could only hope to expire heroically with blood on my lips, having sacrificed my soul for my beloved offspring, another Fantine ground under the wheels of an unjust machine. To the barricades!
Didn't you accuse ME of being dramatic a few posts ago?? lol
I've read the opinions and I still haven't changed mine. Sorry. Poverty?? My life story can compete against any made-for-TV movie you care to toss at me, I can assure you. Try living in an uninsulated house in Nova Scotia when it reaches minus 40 with 100 MPH winds and the ice forms on the INSIDE of the windows. The only blessing to the weather was it meant that the pimps weren't undeneath the window beating the crap out of the hookers who were too stoned to realize they were even being hit. There was more than one instance where these pimps simply walked into my house to "get" me...offering me the world to "hang out" with them. Many of my relatives went to jail for stealing and dealing. My aunt was beaten to death by her pimp-husband - leaving four young children behind. The opportunity for easy money and regular meals was there, but my mother and grandmother would never take it!! Never. Instead they worked, and they saved and we made do. It would be a complete dishonour to their hard work for me to take an easy-buck that had even the slightest taint of anything unethical. Maybe I won't die rich, but hopefully I'll be remembered as someone who would never compromise her ethics.
No, writing terms papers is not the same as prostitution, or dealing drugs, but the excsuses for doing so seem to be the same: need money. Writing term papers is not a "clean hands" endeavor.