I’m driving my wife nuts.
Lately, I’ve been working really hard to get my artwork up to six figures a year. It won’t be this year but it may be as soon as next year if everything goes as planned. At worst, it will be 2024.
Anyways, with busting ass, you gotta take time off or else your brain will explode.
Yes, I’m not exaggerating. One of my roommates in college had a brain aneurysm because he worked 80+ hour weeks until his brain went pop. Now he’s crippled.
So what do I do for entertainment?
We’re going back and watching 80s movies.
Now, the fantasy list, she’s cool with. She enjoyed several of those.
Recently, we watched Dragonslayer which Princess for the Night rips off. I literally based the lyrics from that movie. The only difference is in the song, they throw a wild ass party for the girl about to be sacrificed.
However, the John Hughes movies drive her nuts. Yes, she liked Ferris Beuller.
But the Molly Ringwald movies? Nope. She’s totally not a normal chick.
Yes, I married a tomboy. When she was in high school, she was better at throwing a punch than walking in heels.
Sure, in her 20s, she looked like a knockout in a bikini. That’s why we ended up together. Her friends tried to get her to be a runway model (she had the looks, the height, etc).
It was me who got her into dancing because any girl of mine is going to be graceful.
But to this day, she doesn’t like those high school romance John Hughes movies.
We got European Vacation tonight and Some Kind of Wonderful next in the queue. I’ve seen the former but never the latter. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing that German girl’s titties in European Vacation.
Anyways, what does this all have to do with race vs class?
I related to the Molly Ringwald working class characters. I come from the working class.
In junior high, I was 1A popular. Yes, I was in the inner circle of the popular kids. Whereas everyone else hated junior high and said it was the worst time of their lives, it was the best time of my life (up until the five years before the scamdemic, and especially the years when we lived close to both Allie and Roxy).
Then in high school, something happened.
I learned the hard way that money matters.
I fell to 1B popular. Yes, still a “popular” kid but more outer circle popular. Not inner circle popular.
In my junior year of high school, there was a smoking hot black chick. We’ll call her “Liz.”
Anyways, Liz’s locker was right next to mine. And I of course asked her out. I was never one of those guys who was scared of girls. I’ve already done everything (other than anal) before I first saw Liz.
I struck out. She didn’t want anything to do with me and I can’t guarantee you this, but I’m pretty sure it came down to my class.
You see, she was upper middle class. I was working class.
She lived in an upper middle class area. I lived by a refinery.
Just like the Pretty in Pink movie except swap the genders.
Yes, class is real. People talk race to death but nobody ever talks about class.
Now the good thing…
America is THE country where you can leave your class.
You could do stupid shit and fall a class or two. Or you can do smart shit and go up a class or two or even all the way up.
I started off my career as a day laborer. I could carry heavy shit from 9 to 5 with no problem. I’ve always been super strong with lots of endurance.
Then I got into waiting tables. Waiting tables is underrated if you work in the right restaurants. You could actually make some pretty good money.
Not great, but it was nice having a nice wad of cash every night I worked.
Then the surprise pregnancy forced me to figure out how to get into the corporate world and we eventually worked our way into the upper middle class, where we are now. Where Liz was born into.
Going back to Liz, I pissed her off and she moved her locker away from me.
Heh. Oops. It happens. Not everyone will like you.
I’ve ironically found that everyone thinks the rich are the most classist people. I’ve found that the upper middle class is. They think they’re better than everyone else and they’re the most likely to thumb their noses at “lower” classes.
Even when I was working class, I’ve found rich people liked me. My best friend in junior high came from the lower upper class (otherwise called “new rich” or “new money” as opposed to “old rich” or “old money”).
I was a cool kid amongst my own class too because I could throw a football, catch a football, run with a football, and tackle anyone carrying a football.
But upper middle class kids? They thumbed their noses at me. Not just Liz.
I noticed this pattern pretty consistently.
This even happens as an adult. I pretend not to be educated because I don’t like to identify as a college graduate. Yes, I’m actually quite well read and I have a degree. I just don’t brag about them because over-educated people tend to be the biggest douchebags.
The upper middle class is almost Nazi-like about education. Their whole meaning of life is to get their kids “educated.” Which of course means outsourcing their education to a university, where they often come back as useless woketards. But that’s another story for another day.