When y'all were receiving food stamps, you were selling the food stamps, so you weren't worried about feeding your children then.

The- the first thing that comes to mind is, like, this is just not an accurate representation of most people who are receiving food assistance.

Like, it is playing in a tried and true and very old set of tropes and stereotypes that we have, but if you actually look at the numbers, that is not an accurate depiction of most food stamp recipients.

For one thing, the vast majority of people who receive food stamps, I don't think anybody would expect them to work.

Two-thirds of participants are children or adults over age 60 or people with disabilities.

Then, when you sort of take those folks out and you look at most SNAP participants who theoretically can work, a majority of those people are working in any given month, and a vast majority of them have worked either in the, the last 12 months or will be working in the next 12 months.

The average benefit for, for the average food stamp recipient is about $6 a day.

When people lose their benefits, and when they lose them in such great numbers, where do they turn for help? Where do they go to find food?

What about you?

So actually wa- I went to public school all throughout my time, um, from K till, uh, 12 in Illinois, of all places.

So I can kind of speak to the system a little bit.

You know, when I first saw this, my thought process was third grade is way too young, of course.

Like, what issues were you having in third grade re- resolving around anxiety? I understand we have phones, which you and I didn't have an issue with when we were that young, so I can't speak to that in terms of experience.

But generally, that just felt really young.

I don't know if this was just a high school thing.

These are the kinda things that get people turned off by them completely.

Mm-hmm.

Um, but it was, like, an intense process.

My parents, I remember my dad got a speeding ticket one time for being an idiot, and we had to go and get pulled out of elementary school and go downtown to downtown Chicago, I was living in suburban Chicago at the time, go down to immigration offices and get fingerprinted and all these things, and our immigration lawyer had to do extra work solely because my dad drove a little bit over the speed limit when he probably shouldn't have.

Obviously, sh- he shouldn't have.

No one was hurt.

Nothing bad happened.

He just sped in a 45-mile-per-hour zone.

Correct.