I remember in the early 90s, just married a couple of years, trying to do college on GI Bill, wife working, me working part time and NG, we were really rubbing nickels together. First little apartment, a bed, a chair, no couch, no kitchen table, etc.
Cutting coupons and being real smart about that trip to the grocery store each week.
Couple in front of us with steaks, top shelf beer, etc. in the cart. Cash a welfare check to pay for it. Next trip to the store, lady with 4 different looking kids and I assume no husband, cart full of real brand name pop tarts, and other treats, same thing. Then an article in the paper that weekend about people selling food stamps to some shady little market at 50% on the dollar then buying cigarettes, rolling papers, etc. And in same article trading at less than 50% on dollar for pot and stuff.
Plus able bodied young men with our without families getting disability, fuel oil assistance in winter, etc.
My old man was a mechanic and logger that worked six days a week. Grandparents, uncles, etc. also all loggers, line men, and such earning that pay in rough weather at high risk, old man died in a truck accident when I was twelve. Most relatives with a kick back or some other serious injury at some time.
My mom waited tables on weekends to make ends meet. I would stay with grandmother. I don't remember having to use the outhouse, always a toilet in the house since I can remember. But I remember going from taking a bath in the tub in the shed with warm water from pots sitting on the wood stove to uncle and grand father putting a bathtub in the house when I was 5 or so. For early 1970s that was poor. Same grandfather still logging at 88. Can outwork most men half his age.
Let's just say disdain is the nicest word I have for people that won't work for a living or think they have it rough.