So many people on this thread are conflating wealth with class. The two are not synonymous. |
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. |
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. |
An sense of entitlement and utter cluelessness about how the world works. |
lol, tell me you’re not rich by telling me that RayBans is a brand rich people wear. |
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. |
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. |
+1. THIS. Do some people think all "white" people grew up rich?? Wow. Seems so. How ignorant. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
I could show you large swaths of certain parts of American where this is definitively false... |
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. |
+1 |