Okay, I have to chime in on the George Bush paintings.

And what I'm about to say may surprise, anger, annoy and offend some of you. Nothing new there. And that's why I feel a need to get this out in the open.

Here's my disclaimer: I am not defending Bush as a president. Like my feelings about pretty much every politician who's held public office since James Monroe's terms, there were things about him I didn't like, and there were a few things about him I did like.

If you are not aware, like many retirees, George W. Bush, POTUS 43, has taken up painting.

I am pro-arts. I am pro-creative anything. If someone has a desire to create, anything, I think they should do so with as much gusto as they can muster. I also feel, strongly, that the joy is not in the final result. The joy is in the inspiration and the process. Consequently, I really don't care what the end result looks like. If someone truly enjoys what they're doing, that is the the art. Loads of people have creative desires lurking in their brains but never, ever pursue them. They dismiss the urge as frivolous, a waste of time, or, most often, they presume they'll never be good at it so they never even try it.

That is truly sad.

Because everyone needs a hobby. And everyone should at least attempt to do the thing they think they'd like to do. Painting, playing an instrument, dancing, sculpting, making macramé owls or carving tabby cats out of found driftwood...whatever creative pursuit interests a person should be pursued. Using the creative parts of the brain is rewarding in ways far beyond the obvious. It exercises underutilized areas of the brain. This can lead to lateral thinking when using other areas of the brain. Which means those weekend xylophone lessons can lead to solutions to spreadsheet dilemmas Monday-Friday.

It doesn't matter if you do it well, the joy is in the pursuit. The personal growth is in the act of learning something new and creating something, anything.

Consequently, I will never be a good art critic. In my eyes, and in my heart, any painting is a good painting. Anytime anyone acts on an impulse to do something creative, great things happen.

Museum-worthy or gallery-worthy things? Maybe not. Or maybe. That's in the eye of the beholder. And up to the creator.

For those who don't know what outsider art is, here's a little lesson. In the Art World, there are "outsider artists." Outsider artists are people who create without the benefit of the usual art pedigrees and support of the gallery world. Often they are completely self taught. Some outsider artists are fabulous. Some are trying to be fabulous, but most often the really incredible outsider artists have no clue how truly special their work is. They're just doing it, you guessed it, because they love the process. What makes their work special (beyond whatever talent and vision they may possess) is their innocence and lack of inhibition. The are utterly without affectation. They're driven purely by passion and vision and the desire to create. They don't give two hoots about what's going on in the art world. They forge ahead with their own unfettered style and technique.

I've noticed a lot of outsider artists who gain notoriety are uncomfortable with the fame. Even success seems to make them nervous. These are people who thought, "You know what? I've always wanted to try painting." So they took a painting class or watched a couple old episodes of Bob Ross and put their own brushes to canvas, just for fun and for the creative outlet. Someone sees something in their results, a couple local gallery showings later your Aunt Polly is showing at Art Basel and partying with Damien Hirst. You might want to hang onto those mittens she knitted you for Christmas a few years ago because their value is on the rise. See how weird it can get, really quickly?

POTUS 43 apparently took, or is taking, painting lessons. I presume not at a legit art school. I also presume he is not pursuing gallery showings and does not intend to sell his paintings. Which makes him an amateur. And, now that his work is posted all over the internet, "shown," he's an outsider artist. Perhaps an unwitting outsider artist, but an outsider artist nonetheless.

Because POTUS 43 didn't arrange a gallery showing, or even post images on his own blog or website (does he even have either?), I have to come to his defense. The story is that his email was hacked and jpgs of his paintings were discovered and publicly posted on sites seen 'round the world. Presumably for mockery or for people desperately trying to dissect Dub's psyche.

I read an interview with Laura Bush where she mentioned that her husband has taken up painting. I thought, "He is a normal retiree!" And yes, I envisioned him with an easel and a Bob Ross painting kit set up in front of a television with an old VCR and tapes of The Joy of Painting. Okay? Yes, that's what I envisioned. Happy little clouds. And yes. I honestly thought, "Good for him. Painting is a great creative outlet and a fantastic stress reliever." That's it. Those were the sum total of my thoughts on POTUS 43 painting.

So when I read that some of his work was "released" via ill gotten methods, I was reluctant to view the paintings.

Why? Not out of respect for the former president.

Out of respect for a human being.

My great-grandfather was a woodcarver. A really, really good woodcarver. A woodcarver of renown. As in church interiors and ships and relief sculptures all over Norway. When my dad was a small boy, his grandfather (the woodcarver) visited America a couple times and taught my dad some woodcarving basics. Eventually my dad inherited a few of his grandfather's tools. My dad dabbled with woodcarving and woodworking throughout his life. I think it made him feel connected to his grandfather and his roots back in the old country. When he was working and raising three kids, he didn't have the time to fully develop the hobby, but he dabbled when he could. When he retired he wanted to jump into woodworking and woodcarving big time. He read books, took classes and really got into it. His first attempts were, well, you know, not great. But we all knew what it meant to him, it was more than just taking up a hobby. So we all supported and encouraged his woodcarving and woodworking. It wasn't as if he was out there selling himself as a woodcarver or woodworker. He was having a blast enjoying his hobby and learning the techniques, and that was that. Criticism, public or otherwise, of his work was unnecessary. He was learning, not trying to pass himself off as a professional.

Is George W. Bush's retirement hobby any different from my dad's? Does the fact that he was POTUS exclude him from pursuing a hobby in retirement? It's great that Laura (and I presume the rest of the family) supports him. That's what families, especially wives, do. In a weird way, I find myself liking these people, the Bushes, more as a result of the viral paintings. Ridiculing his professional acumen is one thing. His policies and decisions that impacted the country and the world are fair game. Scrutinizing, ridiculing, debating and mocking...all is fair in politics. But what he does now, in retirement, privately, as a hobby, is not fair game.

I would be mortified for anyone to see some of my high school or even first year art school projects. Cripes, for the entirety of my career I've been professionally concepting and laying out designs, drawing renderings and even illustrating when necessary, and I still have an off day or week that produces "art" that goes straight to trash (physical or digital). I would be mortified if anyone saw those less-than-professional looking pieces. They don't represent me at my best, or even at my passing grade. They're failed attempts, and I know they're failed attempts. I know they're bad. And I don't care that they're bad, I just keep working at it and hopefully, eventually, get it right. But that doesn't mean I want anyone to see the attempts along the way.

Think about it, think beyond art, what's lurking in your draft mail box or hard drive that you wouldn't want anyone to see? Maybe you have a dream resignation letter/manifesto wherein you mention every annoying trait your coworkers possess. It's cathartic to write it and beats turning to drugs or alcohol to cope with your work environment, and you never intend for anyone to actually view it. What if you were hacked and someone posted that letter/manifesto on a website or blog? Actual names are mentioned in the letter/manifesto. Oh crap.

Or maybe you dabble in photo retouching and made some attempts at putting your mother's head on your dog's body. Kinda funny after a couple drinks in the safety and privacy of your couch on a Tuesday night, but do you really want anyone, especially your mother, to see it? Or maybe you'd be okay if your mother saw it, depending on her sense of humor she might get a kick out of it, so you email it to her. You both have a good laugh because your mother loves your dog and she just has that kind of sense of humor. She knows you love her and respect her, it's all in fun. Then her email is hacked (because your mother doesn't understand secure passwords and uses Mom123 as her password for everything) and along with her bank account info, the jpgs of your dog-mother are lifted. Then someone you don't even know posts your dog-mother photo on their blog. And makes fun of it. And you. And your mother. Yeah. That's really upsetting. And creepy. And weird. And you come off looking like an immature, disrespectful jerk.

So. That's why, when the images first surfaced, I resisted looking at them. POTUS 43 didn't intend for anyone to see them. He's a new at this. Just learning basic techniques. His painting bike is a tricycle because a two wheeler with training wheels is still a little too advanced for him. As it would be for almost anyone at this stage of learning how to paint.

But because he's a former president, and I presume especially because he's George W. Bush, it's deemed perfectly okay to hack and then publicly flog him for his creative pursuits. I sincerely hope this doesn't thwart his enthusiasm for painting. Everyone deserves to pursue and enjoy whatever creative outlet they choose without scorn or ridicule. My dad's woodcarvings were a source of joy and relaxation for him. My dad worked really (really) hard at a very stressful job for a lot of years. When he retired he finally had time to try things he always wanted to try. Why would anyone scorn or ridicule him for that? POTUS 43 and his paintings are no different.

I know. I'm just one impassioned YouTube video away from the "Leave Britney alone!" kid. Maybe I'll paint something and title it, "Leave George W. Bush alone!" Were POTUS 43's new hobby golf or gardening I wouldn't be worked up about this. But because I feel so passionately about creative expression, the pursuit, not the results, I do feel a need to come to his defense - his defense and everyone else who has the ambition (and courage) to try something new and use the creative parts of their brain.

Of course first attempts are mediocre at best, which is why a lot of people never even try a creative pursuit. They're too afraid to look stupid or bad at it. They know they won't be perfect the first time out, and, worse (in their eyes) there will be physical proof in the form of a bad painting or a macrame owl that doesn't resemble an owl. When I work with Girl Scouts in the 10 - 13 year age range I see a lot of this. Girls who are bursting at the seams to express themselves in some creative form steadfastly refuse to do so because they are frightened of looking stupid or embarrassing themselves. Persuading them to enjoy the pursuit, not the end result, is a huge hurdle. Huge. So I give a ton of credit to anyone, even POTUS 43, who gets past their inner 12-year-old girl and jumps into a creative pursuit.

So this was my mindset on the hacked images of the paintings. I refused to even take a peek at them.

Then a friend sent me a link saying, "Puppies and kittens!" I trust this friend, the worst thing she's ever done to me via email links is Rick Roll me, we both love dogs and cats, so naturally I clicked on the link without even looking at the url.

And there it was. An online gallery of George W. Bush's paintings. The very paintings I vowed to ignore.

I couldn't unsee them.

So, since I saw them, I tried to remove the painter from the subject and just look at them as what they are: A retiree's hobby, first attempts at painting. 

They're perfectly fine for a new art student, even kinda good considering he's just learning how to paint. I gotta hand him credit for the shoulder blade detail in the shower scene (yes, there's a shower scene). A lot of first and second year life drawing students struggle with the proportions and placement of shoulder blades. They often end up looking like they're not connected to the shoulder and couldn't possibly support or move an arm. POTUS 43's aren't perfect, but they're not bad for a beginner.

And then I saw "it." The one that I found compelling. I'm trying not to read more into it than what's really there, but, either unwittingly or purposely, it's a study in American psychology. The fact that the painter is George W. Bush is takes it to another level.

If I had a job and money to spend, and if a print of the painting were available, I would spend good money on a print of what I'll call, "No Dogs Allowed at the White House." It features a dog on the public side of the White House fence. The fence's bars are huge and jail cell looking. The dog's expression changed every time I looked at it: from melancholy, to sinister, to disaffected. The symbolism, intended or not, is brilliant. Add to that the rudimentary execution and the identity of the painter, and I gotta say, it is one compelling piece of illustration.

I'm not condoning how these paintings came into the public forum. And I am not entering into the public flogging of the painter. Which is why I'm not posting links or images. If you want to see them, Google Bush and painting and Gawker or Hyperallergic.com.

But. A better idea is to go create something yourself. Try a creative endeavor and enjoy it. Use that part of your brain and see what happens to the rest of your life. (It'll be good, I promise.) 

Overheard in a bar last night: "I dunno, Bono's always seemed like kind of a nerd to me."

The bar patron was referring to a statement Bono made about embracing his inner nerd. I agree, Bono has always seemed like a type of unpopular kid at school, the guy handing out flyers about weekend youth retreats of questionable sponsorship. Even as unpopular and dorky as I was in school, even I wasn't desperate enough to go anywhere near that kid or the retreats. He was the same kid who was exempt from biology and science classes that were deemed blasphemous by his parents and their church. I'm not sure that kid was a nerd, though. I'm guessing a career in medicine or paleontology or geology or astronomy weren't in his life plan, anyway, but still, it seemed kind of too bad for him. But he didn't think so. Sophomore year he started "marching" in the science corridor during session breaks, silently handing out fact sheets on why science is wrong and the Bible is right. By the end of Junior year he upped his game to quoting scripture while "marching" in the science corridor. Dedication to cause is admirable, but zealots tend to be a bit stubborn when it comes to other points of view. (Wow, I'm just now realizing how Bono-like that kid was.)

Navigating the social land mines of high school is tricky enough when you're just a regular dork. Add a dose of self-righteous zealotry and those questionable weekend youth retreat flyers, and well, you know high school was never going to end well for that kid. He didn't show up for Senior year. The rumors were that 1) he transferred to a Christian school; 2) his parents became missionaries and moved the family to Africa; and 3) his youth retreats were a cult and he was living on some remote island held spellbound under the cult leader.

That kid was, well, "different," but he wasn't nerdy. The nerds were getting straight As in the science classes, not protesting them.

When Bono gets a spot on the Model UN, joins the Chess Club, can't get a date to a school dance and has to take Summer School because of a failing gym class grade, I will accept (and perhaps even embrace) the inner nerd he claims he has.

Apparently he's embracing his alleged inner nerd a little too tightly because he went on to say he's sexually aroused (his words, not mine) by the collating of data. (Doesn't that sound like a fun date night. "Hey baby, I was thinking we could go back to your place, get a little more comfortable and collate some data." (Actually, I've had that line used on me...and it worked.) Still. Once again with feeling: poor Mrs. Bono.)

He was using this soundbite-laden speech to raise awareness and money to (drum roll): end world poverty. We know my mixed Bono feelings. Like that kid in my high school, dedication to a worthwhile cause is admirable, but...a little self-righteous zealotry goes a long way, and often goes too far. I really do not want to know what happens in those leather pants of Bono's. Just the thought of him being sexually aroused kinda creeps me out. But when he talks about being sexually aroused by doing charitable works...well...um...is that imagery really necessary or relevant in a discussion on charitable works? I had the same feeling about Bono's boner over charity that I get when I see the Cialis ad that features young grandchildren dropping in on Gran and Grampa just as they were about to get it on: Ewwwww. Erections are great, but not around children, not featured in ads for Cialis. Or brought up as a way to entice people to give to charity. Although, if Bono were to promise to never mention the Bono boner again (poor Mrs. Bono) I might dig for change in my couch and give it to him.

If you get off on doing good, fine, whatever. But. WWJD? I'm pretty sure the whole humility thing prohibits telling the world you get off on doing good. Jesus didn't tell His story, His followers did.

I'm bringing up Jesus because Bono started it first. Another soundbite he unleashed was that he's an "insufferable jumped-up Jesus" regarding his never ending diatribes (my word, not his) on his charities of choice.

Maybe I missed some pop-culture paradigm shift. I'm nowhere near as cool as Bono. (Model UN, science club, orchestra, LitWits, AP English, need I go on? My high school years read like a How-To Guide for Nerds.) Maybe "Jumped up Jesus" has taken on a new meaning in the pop culture vernacular. Or maybe I misunderstood Bono's speech transcript.

But. Whenever I've heard the term "Jumped up Christ" it's another way of saying, "Holy sh!t!" I had an uncle who was known to utter the term "Jesus H. Christ on a Cross!" when he was frustrated or angry, usually when repairing a car. Sometimes he used the abbreviated, "Jumped up Christ" to express his annoyance. "Jumped up Christ," as I've always understood it, is an interjection, not a noun.

For instance, "Jumped up Christ! That's an enormous Jumbotron!"

I presume Bono has a speech writer, or publicist, or at least a couple interns to help him craft his speeches, especially for something like TED. Presuming Bono went off script with the "Jumped up Jesus" comment, they were probably rolling their eyes at the Malapropism and thinking, "When the recession ends I am so looking for another job." Bono, if you meant to say, "Jumped up Christ/Jesus! I just discovered I get off on accounting! Jumped up Christ/Jesus! I'm turning into a nerd! Jumped up Christ/Jesus, I am so getting off on doing all this good charity work!" Send this word nerd an email next time you are crafting a speech. I'll explain the difference between interjections and nouns and how to use them in sentences. I'll also explain what a Malapropism is. It's not as sexy-nerdy as collating data or bragging about your good deeds or displaying your sexual arousal on an enormous Jumbotron, but it'll help you make a favorable impression with the nerds. You know, the kids you apparently want to hang out with, now.




Speaking of Jesus...Him, not Bono, anyone watching the Bible miniseries on History? You may be surprised to learn I watched all of the episodes thus far a few nights ago. It was a Cliffs Notes ride through the Old Testament. I realize they don't have enough time to get into all the nitty gritty (and there's a lot of gritty in the Old Testament), and I realize a lot of the content is not basic cable friendly.

But.

They're leaving out all the good bits! David has always been one of my favorite Old Testament characters - I can't overlook his backstabbing (literally) of his best friend or his adulterous affair (with his best friend's wife), as far as I'm concerned those actions put him up there with Delilah and Judas -  but...the Psalms, man, the Psalms. When I was a kid, the Goliath story was inspiring to me, even as a tot I totally understood the metaphor. And I loved the idea of a kid succeeding where adults failed. And he was poetic and lyrical and wrote a lot of the Psalms, which are lovely regardless of your beliefs.

In case you missed that week of Sunday school and didn't understand what was in the bag with the buzzing flies that David hurled at Saul, here's the lowdown.

When I got older and took confirmation class, we had a minister who did not gloss over the details. He told us everything in the Bible. Imagine my shock and confusion when, at age 13, I learned that the Bible has a passage that describes how King Saul offered David his daughter's hand in marriage if David killed 100 Philistines and brought their foreskins to Saul as proof that he killed them.

Then, as now, my reaction was/is:
A) WTF???
B) I presume Saul thought David (or anyone) would never take up that challenge. I mean, gross. Even for Old Testament times, gross. Thus ensuring Michal would remain Daddy's Little Girl forever.
C) But David, our beloved slayer of Goliath and writer of beautiful Psalms, went off an did it. He killed 100 Philistines, which is kind of a big deal because Philistines are notoriously brawny. But then, after David killed them he
D) went around circumcising the corpses and
E) collecting the foreskins and
F) carried them in a bag back to Saul.

And that, my friends, is what was in that bag with flies buzzing around it. The producers of the Bible miniseries apparently felt it was important to allude to the foreskins for the home viewing audience familiar with the story, but not important enough to explain/remind everyone else watching the show. But with all the other omissions (I know...there's just not enough time (or budget) to cover everything) I find it interesting that they bothered to take the time to film the 20 second shot of David tossing a bag full of 100 Philistine foreskins at Saul while Michal looks on with a wanton come hither smile.

Also, keep in mind that when David killed Goliath (prior to the homicidal circumcising mission), Saul gave David another of his daughters as a wife. I kinda nodded off for a few minutes so I may have missed that part of the miniseries, but I don't think so. Saul and David ended up having some, um, disputes, and to spite David, Saul gave Michal to another dude. I don't recall that the new dude had to kill or circumcise anyone to gain Michal's hand.

Remember, up to this point in my young life David was my favorite Old Testament guy. The idea that he went out and killed 100 people just for a girl didn't set well with me. Sure, they were Philistines, but c'mon, violence never solves anything and we presume this was an unprovoked attack. And the foreskins? Crimony, who writes this stuff? David just went out on a mass homicidal spree and collected foreskins as trophies. Even if it's an allegory about not issuing shallow threats because there's always someone desperate/dumb/weird enough to take up the offer, it's still gross. Saul could have tasked David with something weird but not homicidal and barbaric.

It was at this juncture in my life that I started to question the Bible and its teachings. We went on to learn the grittier details of David's many wives and...that he was a Grade A schmuck to his best pal Uriah. David wanted his friend's wife, so David committed adultery (yes, it takes two to tango, Bathsheba is not innocent in all this), and to "make it okay" David sent his pal Uriah to the front of the combat line and made sure he was killed. With friends like that...

David paid for his sin via the death of a son, which also didn't/doesn't sit well with me. God killed an innocent baby because his parents were adulterous jerks? That's not nice.

But the Psalms, man, the Psalms.

I'm guessing Absalom's public orgy with 10 of David's concubines won't get much airtime.

Kinda psyched for the next installment where (I assume) my main Old Testament man, Daniel, will be portrayed. I presume they'll conveniently skip over the psychotropic dreams but surely they can't resist the furnace and lions' den. I mean, that's just good TV.


I decided to watch the series thinking maybe it would, you know, be "good" for me. A little Sunday School refresher course might help my outlook in some positive way. So far, not so much. No miracles (big or small) to report.

On the other hand, there's some really fun stuff on the internet. You just have to know where to find it. Pulp-O-Mize your own creation here.

I'm okay, really. And no, I'm not going to get pregnant. I wouldn't consider it. I was merely considering that other people consider it an option as an avenue to healthcare and other government aid programs.

However. It's also come to my attention that what seems obvious to me isn't obvious to others. At the onset of my unemployment saga I vowed to remain positive, or at least neutral. I allowed myself two self-pity sessions/week, but only if needed and only in private. Most weeks I barely use one.

It's not that I believe in the power of positive thinking. If positive thinking was as powerful as it's claimed to be, I would have had a great job offer a long time ago.

I do believe in the power of negative thinking. In my experience, self-fulfilling prophecies only happen with negative prophecies, not the positive ones. Which is unfortunate in most cases, but if everyone went around with nothing but personal positive prophecies that were self-fulfilling, we'd have a lot of weirdness and problems in the world. One man's positive thought is another woman's worst nightmare.

And it's an impossibility. Here's a story problem. (Yes, there's math. Sorry.) Let's say there's one job opening and 300 people apply for that job. All 300 applicants have positive thoughts about getting that job. 20 people are interviewed for that job. Those 20 people really have positive thoughts about getting that job. Only one person gets the job. What about the positive thoughts the other 299 - especially the other 19 who interviewed - had regarding being hired? If positive thoughts turned into self-fulfilling prophecies, 300 people would show up for the first day of work for one job.

This is the scenario that runs through my mind when people say, "Stay positive! Positive thoughts have a way of turning into self-fulfilling prophecies!" Instead of offering the above hypothetical, I just smile and say, "That's great advice. Thank you. I'll stay positive!" I've learned that when it comes to uncomfortable statistics, you know, facts, people prefer not to think rationally or face harsh truths, especially when there's nothing they can do to help. Feel-good platitudes, no matter how silly and condescending, just feel better than confronting difficult and uncomfortable realities.

But. I also know there's no point in being negative. Realistic? Yes. Negative? Why? Until it's a done deal there's no point in descending that slippery spiral of depression, anger and despondency. Run the statistics and keep your expectations realistic according to the stats.

But that's not to say I don't feel the negative. Frustration, confusion, despair, helplessness, anxiety, and fear, to name but a few, are so much a part of my life they feel normal to me, now. They are my status quo that go without saying.

But maybe I shouldn't go without saying as much as I do. Maybe, as it was brought to my attention, because I stay outwardly positive, people don't realize how bad things really are.

I presume it goes without saying that someone who's unemployed or underemployed is scraping by financially and doing without a lot. And by doing without a lot I don't mean cutting out the Starbucks and manicures. I mean doing without basic needs like toiletries. Just because your friend is clean and well-groomed when you see them doesn't mean they can afford basic hygiene supplies.

I'll just go ahead and speak the gross and uncomfortable truth: I do not shower every day. In fact, if I'm not going out, I don't shower for days at a time. There have been times that means I haven't showered during the course of an entire week. Okay? There. I said it.

Contrary to popular belief, it has very little to do with depression and everything to do with economizing. I save my soap, shampoo, deodorant and razors for important days when I am going to come in physical contact with other human beings. I do brush my teeth twice a day, every day, but I only floss every other day. I am not bragging, I am not proud of my lapses in hygiene. But. It's my reality. I have to conserve my resources and use them only when necessary. One of my biggest fears is being called for an interview and not having soap, shampoo, deodorant, toothpaste or tampons on the day of the interview. I am not exaggerating. This is a very real concern for me. I have turned down offers of dinners or other social outings because I had an interview later that week and only enough of one (or more) of those items to get me through interview day.

I won't say, "Sorry, friend, I'd love to take you up on that offer to see a movie, but I only have enough deodorant to get me through my interview Thursday. So there's no way I can go with you to a movie on Monday. But if we can go to the movie following my interview I can get more bang for my deodorant buck!" Nope, I won't say it.

I also won't let on that I wear the same clothes several days in a row to conserve on laundry, and I let my laundry pile really high before I do it because I'm trying to conserve on laundry detergent and laundry quarters. No one knows that I keep one bra in good working order to wear on interviews, while the rest of the time I wear bras that are held together with no less than two safety pins; or that my underwear is beyond embarrassing because I haven't bought new underpants in three years. I'll let you think about that for a minute. 

I don't talk about this, mainly because it's no one's business and it's really embarrassing, but also because no one wants to know that's how bad things really are. So I don't say anything about it.

But maybe I should. Maybe then my friends and family will realize what sort of life I'm living and the choices I'm forced to make.

I probably won't, nor will most unemployed/underemployed people, because we don't want pity or charity. We especially don't want people to feel guilty about what they have just because we're struggling. (Although, if you use $63/9 oz. bottle shampoo you might want to tuck it into the vanity when your unemployed friend visits, or when anyone visits for that matter. I'm speaking from personal experience on this one. I squeezed out the last of my already watered down store brand shampoo to wash my hair before attending a party at a friend's house. When I used her bathroom I saw said $63/9 oz. bottle of shampoo perched in her shower. The differences between us came into very (very) sharp focus. I didn't resent her, I wasn't jealous of her shampoo or wealth, but, it did make me realize how very (very) different our lives are and that there's no way she'll ever truly understand what I'm going through.)

If you know someone who is unemployed/underemployed, here are a few suggestions to ease some daily anxiety for them.

When you go to Target or Walgreens or Costco, buy the multiple package of toiletries. Then put the extras in a bag and casually give them to your unemployed/underemployed friend. Be sure to say something like, "I had a great coupon and they were on sale," or "you know Costco, it was a great deal, but we'll never use all that shampoo/toothpaste/whatever." Trial/sample sizes are great, too.

The stuff doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just store brand or whatever's on sale will be hugely appreciated. But stick to unscented wherever possible. People who are interviewing do not want to use anything scented on the day of an interview.  They just want to smell and look clean and fresh.

And (this is a huge and) do not presume/assume that just because someone who's unemployed/underemployed has moved in with parents/friends, or has a working spouse, that they don't need help. Yes, they have a roof over their head, but they're still trying to survive without their former income. They don't want to mooch off parents/friends/spouses. They feel guilty for being a burden to others. They feel awful about themselves because they can't take care of themselves and are not contributing an equal share to the household. So anything you offer them in the form of, "I had a coupon/these were on sale/we'll never use all this" will help them feel immensely more viable, whatever their household situation. 

Items to consider:

• Shampoo
• Conditioner
• Toothpaste
• Dental Floss
• Toothbrushes
• Soap/Body Wash
• Hand soap
• Deodorant
• Disposable Razors
• Shaving Cream/Foam for guys
• Tampons/Pads for Women
• Hosiery - Socks for Men and Women, and Pantyhose for Women
• Lip Balm
• Contact Lens Solution 
• Breath Mints (for interview day)
• Nail Files
• Band Aids
• Laundry Detergent
• Kleenex
• Toilet Paper
• Dish Soap

Luxury items:

• Hand Lotion
• Moisturizer
• Facial Wash (those cleansing towel packs are often on sale BOGO, btw) 
• Ibuprofen
• Multivitamins 
• Throat Lozenges 
• Cold/Flu Symptom Relievers 
• Q-Tips 
• Hair Coloring Kit (if you know their shade or a reasonable approximation, and yes, this goes for the fellas, too, especially guys who are over 40 and interviewing in fields dominated by younger employees) 
• Household Cleaning Products (especially bathroom/kitchen cleaning products)
• Paper Towels 
• Dryer Sheets  
• Brita Filters

If you really want to go the extra mile:

• Public Transportation Pass/Gas Card (to use to get to interviews)
• Prepaid Debit Card (to use for emergencies - like tampons or pantyhose or a new razor or underwear)
• A Hair Cut (I have a friend who trims my hair for me, but I hate imposing so I let it go as long as I possibly can. You would not believe how long my hair is these days simply because I can't afford haircuts and don't want to exhaust my friend's offer of hair trims. I cannot imagine what unemployed/underemployed people who don't have a friend who's handy with scissors do about their hair.)
• Dry Cleaning (of the interview clothes)
• A Roll of Quarters for Laundry (if applicable) 
• For the ladies: Mascara, lip stick, foundation and concealer, but keep the colors neutral/basic. If you get a gift-with-purchase kit, give your friend the extras. (MAF keeps me stocked with makeup, samples, discontinued items, etc., and I cannot even begin to tell you how much this means to me. Makeup is expensive, even the basic drug store brands are pricy when you're unemployed. But a woman who shows up for an interview without wearing at least the basics, without looking like she at least put in a little effort, is, unfortunately, setting herself up for scrutiny beyond her job-related skills and personality. Not fair, but true.) 
• If you have a BOGO deal for eyeglasses/contacts, instead of a second pair for yourself, offer it to your friend (presuming they have their prescription and don't have to pay for an exam).
• Toner Cartridges and Paper for their Printer (if you know what kind of printer they have) Everyone should take copies of their resume (printed) on interviews, and toner cartridges are pricy.  (At the very least, occasionally offer your unemployed/underemployed friend the use of your printer. Say, "When you come over for dinner Tuesday, remember to bring any files you want to print, you can use our printer.")
• A class at your gym - this is a triple great option because your friend will get a social outing and some fitness, too, plus you'll get a workout buddy. Say something like, "My gym is going to have this new class I'd love to try but I'm chicken to go on my own, will you go with me? I'll pay for it."