In the movie The Craft, Nancy, played by Fairuza Balk, is poor, abused by her stepfather, goth af, and has a reputation as a slut, and as such she is evil. I don't make the rules, the movies do. Anyway, Nancy's mom, Grace, is drinking her way through life, and, like, WE GET IT. Then, through Craft magic, her abusive garbage husband has a heart attack and dies, leaving her and Nancy with a sweet inheritance. Or, $175,000. Which, like, is a lot of money, yes, but it doesn't seem to last her long.
With the money, Grace buys a condo in L.A. with a lot of natural lighting, a custom jukebox that plays only Connie Francis songs, a couch, an ashtray, sateen pants with a matching cropped vest, and, yep, according to my calculations that's more than maxed us out.
But look how happy she is with her couch. And her ashtray. And her booze. I mean, what else does a girl need?
And sure, her daughter doesn't respect her or let her hang out with her coven, but when you have Connie Francis, you're never alone. When life hands you lemons, spend all those lemons in under 72 hours and then use their rinds as a twist for all your booze. That's what Grace taught us.