My twenty something son, who has a B.A. in anthropology, lives on next to no money. He works shifts at Starbucks and he often doesn’t get 40 hours a week.
But I am in awe of how of how happy he is and how well he lives on so little. He lives in a $500 rent to income bachelor apartment in downtown Ottawa; he bikes everywhere in the summer and uses public transportation in the winter; he is a vegetarian and cooks with dried lentils and beans and he manages to go to the occasional concert and meet his friends for beer.
We don’t give him money because, not because we can’t afford to, but because we we think it is best for him to fend for himself.