I got the part of using the card just to build credit, but I don't get how this is helpful to someone who doesn't have much income anyway
I mean, what's the plan when you built enough credit? Spend it all and run out of the country? What's the use of a bigger credit if you can't pay for that??
Pretty much hit the nail on the head right there.
Alison (and thousands upon thousands of people from the same generation who at least have the sense not to turn their lives into free online entertainment) are in a unique crossroad of history in that they have every tool a human could ever have asked for, and fuck all to really do with it. There's an unimaginable wealth of information available to anyone alive in this day and age. Knowledge has become so commonplace that having a basic grasp of incredibly complex concepts isn't just optional, it's expected. We all have a rudimentary understanding of microbial functions versus human immune systems, how the conductive metals in the walls of our homes transmits alternating electrical currents to power lights and devices that would seem like actual literal fucking magic even three hundred years ago, the basic idea of how combustion engines burn fuel with enough efficiency to allow us to travel around eighty miles per hour through roads which follow an elaborate structured etiquette we have an ingrained tendency to follow (some more diligently than others). Plate tectonics, gravitational orbits, the fact that you take your shoes off at the airport... those are all things that if a friend told you they DIDN'T know, you'd look at them like they were a fucking alien.
Alison Rapp could reasonably be expected to research enough to build a fully functional bi-plane if you gave her the rest of her life to do it.
But this same generation has been told that being lazy and impulsive isn't just okay, it's a good thing. Heroes are flexible. Having a plan you stick to is something boring old stuffy people do. It's something DAD'S do. So even though ole eyebags knows that being low-income is a bad thing, and having a high credit score is a good thing, that's really as far as she's gotten. There's no end game, no real expectation or drive. No dream. Just a vague idea that she needs good credit and should make more income.
This whole "Landing the perfect job just out of university and promptly shitting on it and winding up a hooker in a slum house" thing isn't because she made bad choices. She was just doing what felt right. This is just the lull before some wacky hi-jinks end up with her getting everything she ever wanted while everyone tells her how pretty and popular she is. And those boring old suits who were telling her to reign it in a little will wind up delivering her pizza while she celebrates with all her pretty popular friends.
There's no way she really fucked up her whole life? She's the quirky hero.
Right?
