I have no social media. I own no iCrap. I have a flip phone, my shitty laptop and an internet connection. Anything I see usually comes to me third or fourth hand from people I know and respect through email, which is probably why I appear relatively knowledgeable about some things while also being clueless about other things at the same time.
The Mammies I see at the grocery store - well, saw - past tense, before I largely abandoned mainstream grocery stores entirely - were bloated ham planets pushing carts groaning under the weight of premium food I could not hope to afford. Sometimes they had their whole families involved - morbidly obese children pushing carts in a wagon train sometimes 2 or 3 carts long.
They are not hurting for anything. They are obviously raking in WAY more than what is required. One wonders how the bloated ham planets could afford not only all that food, but also the gole chains and haar dids and gaudy clothing... the Escalade with rims that cost more than the tires on my truck.