I'm sorry but not really, but the inventorying of if poor people look poor enough to have access to poor people things is just annoying. Especially, ESPECIALLY appearance-related things.
Oh, so the woman has a weave and lashes? First off, does he know how weaves and lashes work? Getting them, getting them put on, and how much it does or doesn't cost? Are we talking about a weave or a wig? Sown in? Clipped in? Are the lashes magnetic? Glue? Reusable? Because I have to tell you, a clip in weave can cost $30 to buy, last for a long time, and cost zero dollars to put on. So are we really assuming the girl with the $30 weave is not actually broke because he wrongly believes it's expensive? Or he believes he knows how much it costs to do stuff like that as a woman, much less the eleven billionty ways they can replicate expensive looks for basically nothing, especially in the era of the beauty influencer and Tik Tok?
Secondly, when it comes to beauty or salon enhancements, does he even begin to fathom the number of people who trade service-for-service? Especially for people with home salons? Like, watch 5 episodes of Judge Judy and I promise you, at least one of the cases is a woman who traded childcare for a free salon treatment, the treatment wasn't done to their standard, and now people are asking for Judge Judy to arbitrate the presumptive cost of an at-home weave installation vs 40 hours of in-home babysitting because a stylist said "watch my kid for 40 hours, I'll install a weave for you in exchange" and somebody thinks they got shortchanged. As we speak, I'm listening to one co worker argue with another coworker that they thought the 2x2 tattoo they'd get in exchange for watching another other dude's dog is less detailed and they used less color than he thought. If he'd only known that the guy would use no shading lines and only 3 colors instead of 5, he'd have just taken the cash.
The average guy cannot tell the difference, especially at a distance, between Lee Press Ons and a professional manicure, a fake hair weave and a real hair clip in, lashes from Ulta and lashes from Dollar Tree that come in a pack of 10 and have been used way longer than intended. If we're being honest, at social distance, I really can't either unless I'm up in their space and studying them. So to be like "she's got a weave and lashes but is using Snap so clearly she's scamming the system" is baloney. Get out of here with that nonsense.
And as a card carrying member of the BTDT club, when I was 18, I dressed like looks could kill. Clearly dyed red hair, makeup on point, nails, jewelry (oh I'm sorry, "bling"), the works.
Hair? Boxed, done by a friend, Dollar Tree. $1
Makeup? Same makeup I used when I was 16. Cheap, stretched with baby powder or lotion (when I could afford it), used past the point of all usability. Eyeliner was a marker.
Nails? Dollar Tree. $1 for two sets, did it myself. Look closely, you'll see the gap between the bottom of the nail and the cuticle because I wore them too long.
Shampoo? V05, $1
Conditioner? None.
Soap? That's what the shampoo is for. You drip off your hair, use it as soap.
Lotion? Gifted from mom.
Jewelry? Gifted, very fake, very cheap, no value in selling, but free to wear whenever I wanted.
Clothes? Same clothes I'd had since high school, altered or re-worn in new ways a thousand times. Thrifted or gifted.
Meanwhile:
Cell phone: None; too expensive
Home phone: None; too expensive
Cable: None; too expensive
Grocery budget per week: $20
What I had for dinner? Mac and cheese, no milk (unless I found some in Dunkin by the coffee station and I'd load up), no butter (unless KFC had some unattended I could snark) if I was fancy. Ramen if I wasn't.
Condiments? Mini packs from fast food places squeezed into larger containers. BK for ketchup and mustard, Taco Bell for salsa, KFC for butter. McDonalds and Wendy's had theirs behind the counter or in pumps, which is lame, but Wendy's was still worth a stop because sometimes they had sour cream packets and cheese or bacon bits for people who got potatoes. That was super awesome.
Salt, pepper, spices? Same. Subway, sometimes Taco Bell for taco seasoning. And did you know you can ask Longhorn for Prairie Dust seasoning and it's free, even if you don't eat there? I do. Ask me how I know.
Heat? Nope. Didn't pay the bill. Cook with the oven, leave the door open, warm up in the car if it's too cold.
Water? Included in my $550 rent, thank goodness. But it was well water and nasty.
Electricity? Nothing during the day, a light at night. I saved it all to run the stove and watch TV.
Medical care? LoL, yeah, right.
You want to know why I spent so much time, energy and effort looking nice? Because everything after "meanwhile" I felt I had no control over. It made me feel less than human to sit in a car to get warm because I couldn't pay for heating oil. To eat mac and cheese that tasted like dirt because Dunkin got wise to me coming in just to walk away with the little creamer packs so they stowed them behind the counter and KFC didn't have any butter out on their condiment station. To drink only water that tasted nasty and would turn my teeth yellow from the stuff they softened the water with.
But how I looked? How I presented myself? That I had control over, and by goodness, if it meant I'll spend an hour with my PT pen I snarked from work because it was too dead to use doing a cats eye liner, then I was going to do it. Or coloring my hair by hanging on to enough red, mostly dead markers from work that add to a pot of water, boil, then soak my hair in to get a vaguely red color, then yep, I was doing it. Without cable, only like 10 VHS tapes to my name, and nothing by way of entertainment beyond what I got from the library, it's not like I was going to be doing something else with that hour.
So no, I'm not a big believer in performative poverty to make it appear like somebody deserves help. Especially given if they did do it, it's not like they won't be judged for that either. It's a trap where somebody is genuinely darned if they do, darned if they don't. They roll into Walmart in dirty pj pants, greasy hair, smelling of BO, a jacket that looks ratty and tattered, then they whip out their EBT card, the comment that person gets isn't going to be "that poor person is struggling." It's going to be "of course they're paying with EBT... Look at them. They're too lazy to take a shower, obviously they're too lazy to work."