Signs someone grew up rich

[Anonymous]

So many people on this thread are conflating wealth with class. The two are not synonymous.

[Anonymous]

They teach squash classes.

They reference the expensive area where they grew up multiple times.

They mention their T15 school numerous times.

They wear brands (RayBans, for example).

They travel at least once per year to expensive places.

They talk about their gardener and nanny.

[Anonymous]

Have never flown commercial. Don’t sweat the small stuff because they know money can smooth over when the largest bumps in the road.

Never touch the principal. This one is the most important.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:How can you tell if someone grew up rich?

An sense of entitlement and utter cluelessness about how the world works.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:They teach squash classes.

They reference the expensive area where they grew up multiple times.

They mention their T15 school numerous times.

They wear brands (RayBans, for example).

They travel at least once per year to expensive places.

They talk about their gardener and nanny.

lol, tell me you’re not rich by telling me that RayBans is a brand rich people wear.

[Anonymous]

For the most part, they are not from around DC. This was a place rich people visited or had a second home but were not from until very recently.

[Anonymous]

My first year of college, as a poor scholarship kid, I discovered that 2 of my suitemates had parents who owned homes in multiple countries and had been debutantes. They were juniors and very nice.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:White privilege.

And colored judgement.

+1. THIS. Do some people think all "white" people grew up rich?? Wow. Seems so. How ignorant.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:They keep domestic staff and they also know how to retain domestic staff. These are the people who will take the contact address of that woman who can cater dinner for 4 in short notice, the person who makes lovely flower arrangement in your house, the person who can take in your pants, the bartender for private parties, the woman who puts together the dessert table, the guy who hangs up the Christmas lights...

They love to have a directory of service providers through word of mouth recommendations.

HAHAHA - this is funny to me. I usually get word of mouth recommendations, the sources that "they" use, and the sources are not up to par, at all. So, this idea is nothing more than a fable from those who want to feel important. Or, they really do not know what they are doing, at all.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I grew up with money and definitely lacked the understanding that everyone did not go to college or vote when they turned 18. I began to understand this when I was 17 in 2000 and had conversations with classmates who were eligible to vote but didn’t in the 2000 presidential election. I went to “elite” private schools through 10th grade when I rebelled and told my parents that I refused to go back to the school I was at because it was full of terrible bullies and drug addicts. I finally convinced them to let me attend a large public high school and it was extremely eye-opening.
I was raised to know how to behave in any social situation. I attended a state dinner in my mothers place and an inaugural ball when I was 14. I was raised to participate in volunteer work from a young age and my family is on the board of a number of organizations. In my 20s and early 30s I have been asked to participate in high level volunteer positions in elite institutions, which has lead to board service at several of them. I’m by far the youngest board member in those cases.
We had a nanny/housekeeper and a pt gardener when I was a child and both were treated like members of the family. I was taught to cook (by my mom, who had learned from her parent’s chef), and how to clean and do laundry properly. My parents definitely instilled a work ethic in me, I worked all through high school and college though I didn’t “need” to, and now I work although my husband’s the primary “breadwinner”. I’m also the principle parent for our children and make sure that I’m able to spend quality time with them daily.
I can ride a horse well, sail, pilot a plane (though haven’t in years), play tennis & squash, whip up a soufflé, speak 2 languages fluently in addition to English, set up a campsite, appraise art, navigate my way through any place and plan a dinner party to perfection.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I grew up with money and definitely lacked the understanding that everyone did not go to college or vote when they turned 18. I began to understand this when I was 17 in 2000 and had conversations with classmates who were eligible to vote but didn’t in the 2000 presidential election. I went to “elite” private schools through 10th grade when I rebelled and told my parents that I refused to go back to the school I was at because it was full of terrible bullies and drug addicts. I finally convinced them to let me attend a large public high school and it was extremely eye-opening.
I was raised to know how to behave in any social situation. I attended a state dinner in my mothers place and an inaugural ball when I was 14. I was raised to participate in volunteer work from a young age and my family is on the board of a number of organizations. In my 20s and early 30s I have been asked to participate in high level volunteer positions in elite institutions, which has lead to board service at several of them. I’m by far the youngest board member in those cases.
We had a nanny/housekeeper and a pt gardener when I was a child and both were treated like members of the family. I was taught to cook (by my mom, who had learned from her parent’s chef), and how to clean and do laundry properly. My parents definitely instilled a work ethic in me, I worked all through high school and college though I didn’t “need” to, and now I work although my husband’s the primary “breadwinner”. I’m also the principle parent for our children and make sure that I’m able to spend quality time with them daily.
I can ride a horse well, sail, pilot a plane (though haven’t in years), play tennis & squash, whip up a soufflé, speak 2 languages fluently in addition to English, set up a campsite, appraise art, navigate my way through any place and plan a dinner party to perfection.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

They go to evil medical school, not regular medical school.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Good teeth
Good schools
Do rich people sports-- tennis, golf, sailing, lacrosse, crew, squash, fencing, horseback riding
Went to summer camp in Maine or something similar
Took exciting vacations
Have a summer house

Add skiing to the list of sports. I grew up rich and everyone I know knew how to ski by the time they were 4.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:They expect people to treat them well even if they don’t treat people well.

Every time.

(This doesn’t apply to people who grew up rich and who treat people well. Who do exist. I’m friends with some! I don’t hate rich people. I’ve just found that if you meet someone who is rude and expects others to be unfailingly deferential, they without fail grew up rich.)

I could show you large swaths of certain parts of American where this is definitively false...

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I grew up with money and definitely lacked the understanding that everyone did not go to college or vote when they turned 18. I began to understand this when I was 17 in 2000 and had conversations with classmates who were eligible to vote but didn’t in the 2000 presidential election. I went to “elite” private schools through 10th grade when I rebelled and told my parents that I refused to go back to the school I was at because it was full of terrible bullies and drug addicts. I finally convinced them to let me attend a large public high school and it was extremely eye-opening.
I was raised to know how to behave in any social situation. I attended a state dinner in my mothers place and an inaugural ball when I was 14. I was raised to participate in volunteer work from a young age and my family is on the board of a number of organizations. In my 20s and early 30s I have been asked to participate in high level volunteer positions in elite institutions, which has lead to board service at several of them. I’m by far the youngest board member in those cases.
We had a nanny/housekeeper and a pt gardener when I was a child and both were treated like members of the family. I was taught to cook (by my mom, who had learned from her parent’s chef), and how to clean and do laundry properly. My parents definitely instilled a work ethic in me, I worked all through high school and college though I didn’t “need” to, and now I work although my husband’s the primary “breadwinner”. I’m also the principle parent for our children and make sure that I’m able to spend quality time with them daily.
I can ride a horse well, sail, pilot a plane (though haven’t in years), play tennis & squash, whip up a soufflé, speak 2 languages fluently in addition to English, set up a campsite, appraise art, navigate my way through any place and plan a dinner party to perfection.

I think this to me is a tell. I was raised the same. My husband (who grew up MC) comments on this often. I am comfortable no matter where I am and I can interact with anyone. It's the result of being exposed to a lot of different situations from state dinners to soup kitchens and learning how to read a room and have manners.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Their manners are so friendly and nice that you don’t realize that’s just a persona. They are friendly to everyone but you are not “friends” in the sense of MC people. Also their real friends date from K and ES. Or friends of those people.

+1