Thank god our best friend is wearing a seatbelt by christycham
I have a “complicated” relationship with rich people, as do most people who aren’t rich, because I am jealous of their money but also happy that I’m not a rich asshole (because I automatically assume anyone who is rich is an asshole which is totally unfair, I know, but I DON’T CARE. I know there are very nice people out there who have a lot of money and I even love one or two but I exist in a world of stereotypes and broad generalizations so whatever). So this whole blog makes me want to vomit — although I know I would probably instagram the same shit if I had money like that (which is probably why I hate it so much, thumbs up for self-awareness!), the same way I am always very eager to tell people when I find an awesome $5 dress or when bacon is on sale — but mostly I am BAFFLED by the idea of these super rich kids hanging out in a helicopter or wherever and passing up the champagne to get BUD LIGHT. Like, bros, if I ever came into a large sum of money the first things I’d do, in order, are: a) buy beer that is not gross and watered down b) pay off my student loans and c) buy more beer that is not gross and watered down. I mean, at least go for the lime-a-ritas! They are stronger!
Or at least go with High Life.
Agreeeeeeeed! Emphasis on greed.
I’m actually okay with the bud light. Not bad, as far as inexpensive beers go. And I am with you on having this knee-jerk reaction to dislike the very rich. But, there’s a damned good reason for it.
I have never met a rich person who understands me, or what my life is like, or the things my family had to do when I was growing up just to survive. They take so much for granted, and their privilege bubble is so thick that they can’t even see when they say or do things that just baffle folks like me, or worse, offend us.
Case in point:
I was at a friend’s party for the Pacqiao fight about a year ago. One of his friends lives in Pacific Palisades (‘nuff said) and we were, as men are wont to do, talking about women. I commented about this beautiful woman I saw on the bus, and how I would see her almost every day but never worked up the courage to talk to her. His reply?
“What kind of girls ride the bus?”
That was like a splash of ice water on my face. I was literally stunned at the classism and denial of reality encapsulated in that short sentence. I exploded:
“Well, I ride the bus, what kind of person do you think I am? Are people who ride the bus somehow less human, or less worthy of our respect? What the fuck do you know anyway, living in that house in the Palisades and driving your fucking Prius because it’s ‘cool’? You don’t know me, and you’d better watch what you say around me, because the places I grew up in are far different from the places you grew up in, and I fight for myself. I could kick your ass so fast you wouldn’t even know what happened.”
My friend injected into the conversation to calm everyone down, and perhaps my reaction was a bit harsh, but I don’t give a fuck. That man is everything that’s wrong with humanity, all rolled up into one stupid, clueless package. I have not been invited back to another party there, and frankly I don’t care, I felt out of place anyway lol