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There are some people who are frugal by nature, some who practice frugality as a mandate of their faith, and some, like myself, who embrace frugality by necessity. I live within a limited income as a bulwark against a consumer culture and capitalist agenda that would prefer we consume our way to oblivion鈥攂oth ours and the planet鈥檚. We are in a quagmire given the conundrum of the capitalist agenda, a system that requires endless consumption and growth to survive, and a planet that is begging we cease. Personally, I鈥檇 rather take my instruction from Mother Earth. 

Of course, there are those who might disregard my call for frugality. They are the ones who, despite all efforts, will never be able to live within their means even if they wanted to. The working poor are just that鈥攚orking one, two, or three jobs and still unable to make ends meet. For them and us, advocating for workers鈥� rights, fair wages, and enacting legislative policies aimed at economic equality is vital. But this is not an either-or position: We can be advocates of economic parity while at the same time turning down the heat on a historically rapacious capitalist economy by becoming producers and consumers in the home economy.

Over the years, I have taught and written about living in a home economy. But this is less a throwback to some 1950s-era domestic ideal than an approach toward undermining an American psyche and economy that has thrown us into unnecessary debt, encouraged us to buy our way to happiness, and all but driven us from our homes. 

By 鈥渉ome,鈥� I am not referring to a physical space alone, though we are being driven, evicted, and displaced from our homes more and more these days, which is why we have become homeless in both form and function. I鈥檓 talking about the transiency and dependency that defines and supports the capitalist consumer culture. With neither the skills nor the inclination to stay in place or do for ourselves, we turn to the marketplace for our needs. (Not for nothing, there is an irony to all this talk of place-making when no one wants to stay in place anymore.) This dependency has a long history. It is not for naught that we have become, for all intents and purposes, indentured servants, living on credit and owing our soul to the company store. This is how the system is intended to work. The indentured make docile workers, and Amazon would be happy to bring you into its fold. 

Beyond that, there is value and comfort in the making of a home. My respect for 鈥渉ome,鈥� or the type of work that living in a home economy suggests, is due, in part, to my childhood. Growing up as the daughter of two immigrant parents who moved to New York following World War II, I understood, or saw, what utility born of frugality looked like. My father worked as a tailor and my mom worked to make a home in a railroad flat shared with relatives and boarders, and later in our own apartment in the Bronx. 

Together, my parents sewed our clothes, made curtains and bedspreads, mended, repaired, cooked every meal at home, and basically did for themselves or did without. But, more significantly, they offered a sense of home, security, and comfort that was tangible to me as a child; one that I have carried forward as an adult. And yet, despite all my skills, my knowledge, and my refusenik underpinnings, I do not have what my parents had. In fact, many of us do not have this: the relationships bound by the need and a commitment to make a self-sufficient home.

It was the ancient Greeks who first coined the term 鈥渆conomics,鈥� or 鈥�oikonomia,鈥� as a system of household (oikos) management (nomia). So economics refers to the management system that serves your home. What that home is may vary鈥攖he planet, your body, the marketplace, or where you live鈥攂ut knowing how you define it should determine how you manage it. It is overly simplistic to think that home economics deals exclusively with making cupcakes or jam. It is the serious effort toward creating a management system that works to support the needs of your home.

For me, this includes working in and with seasons, putting up the harvest, avoiding packaging, and cooking my meals from the 鈥渟tores鈥� I have at season鈥檚 end. It includes doing without or making do by repairing, mending, and being grateful for the blessings I have been given, and, of course, being frugal鈥攔adically frugal. But it also means living in community with what I call the 鈥渘ew farm family,鈥� that distillate of days gone by when generations lived and worked together to care for each other, and an ethic and lifestyle I embraced following my time as a small-business owner.

Running a business these days requires the sort of branding and niche marketing that can feel more competitive than cooperative. Besides that, as a one-time small-business owner, I know how beholden we are to institutions (banking, insurance, etc.) and goods that either come from, or are regulated by, international markets or organizations. Moreover, if you calculate the amount of carbon used on the build-outs and equipment required to launch and run most businesses, you鈥檒l quickly understand how unsustainable 鈥渓ocal鈥� can be. 

Still, I understand the theory of 鈥渂uy local.鈥� Shopping locally allows our dollars to circulate more within the community, and to support the people and businesses we care about. But this is no panacea, particularly when attempting to live within your budget. 

As I like to point out, many people are lucky to be earning $15 an hour, but we are living in a $100-an-hour world. Every time we step out and into the marketplace, we are faced with the costs of goods and services that have outpaced our income.

I鈥檓 not advocating for cheaper goods, however. We haven鈥檛 been paying the true cost of anything for quite some time. Still, you don鈥檛 have to be a rocket scientist to know where living outside your income will lead. We can鈥檛 spend money we do not have to support local businesses, but if we don鈥檛 take part in the local economy, we tend to feel guilty.

Which is why, when a friend of mine still running a small business once told me, 鈥淵our frugality is killing my business,鈥� I was heartsick. I knew what she was saying. It is not easy to be a business owner these days, but I鈥檓 very careful with my 鈥渄isposable鈥� income, and, well, with a planet begging for limits to growth (or no growth), I can鈥檛 help wondering when we will begin to take it seriously, and how we will respond.

One of our responses can be the type of collective living that this new farm family implies. And yet, we moderns have become addicted to an ethos of independent living, uprooting ourselves from our home communities to chase better jobs or schools elsewhere. We do not 鈥渘eed鈥� each other as we once did. Our modern anything-anytime consumer culture has made our need to rely upon others near-obsolete. 

This is why living collectively seems such a challenge. Mired in the mindset of independence, collective living is seen by many as primarily a means to keep rent cheap, which makes it fickle, temporary, and resistant to the larger commitment of turning down the heat on this capitalist monster. Without asking or learning the functional and emotional skills necessary to live in a home economy, our experiment in collectivity will do little to effect permanent change. 

In speaking of farm families, however, I admit to waxing poetic on a lifestyle that, from a historical perspective, was more complex and compromised. Farmers were victimized, in the Great Depression and afterward, as the capitalist system demanded bigger economies of scale. 鈥淕et big or get out鈥� was the call, and many farmers perished in attempting to take it on. More soberly, many landowners in this romanticized past were responsible for the displacement and genocide of cultures that only today we are willing to acknowledge, even if we鈥檙e not doing more than speaking about it. 

But survival is an impartial taskmaster. The plight of the immigrants coming to America isn鈥檛 pretty. Neither is the story of slavery or genocide or the feeding frenzy of those who came from England to gain access to land and resources for the crown. Dang it if Jefferson鈥檚 鈥渘ation of farmers,鈥� a rallying cry for many small farmers today, has not been overly simplified for easy reading. 

But there is a movement of young farmers returning to the land, and they, too, are attempting the audacious act of living outside the tethers of the capitalist system. This makes us bedfellows in a movement, which is what home economics is really about: an effort to stand up against an economy that is doing its best to steal the best this life has to offer, a place to call home, in both form and function.

But believing in the virtues of a home economy will not magically change our values, nor will it immediately bestow the skills or intention for living in the seasons or turn us into people who would rather make, repair, sow, grow, or stow our foods than buy them from the store. And it will not immediately turn us into capitalist refuseniks, or even someone who wants to save whatever resources and time we have to support the efforts of young farmers. 

But with time, our lives as consumers in the capitalist economy will appear frail when compared to a life in the home economy. And eventually, we鈥檒l come to understand that this is about more than making cupcakes. A lot more.