You would think that in a country with the supposed class mobility that America has, there wouldn’t be significant classism, but there is.
People treat you different if they think you work a certain job, live in a certain neighborhood, even carry a certain bag. What’s the point of all of that? Money can’t heal illness. It gives you options, but it can come and go like the wind.
I don’t feel a certain class, but I have had people make assumptions about me based on the color of my skin, the vehicle I drive, only to have those very same people “buddy up” to me when they found out about other aspects of my life. Is it that serious? I guess it is to some people.
I think it all boils down to self worth. If a person feels like he or she has true worth, they will behave a certain way. The person will make certain choices for his or herself, his or her children, that are in line with protecting that value. I think that is what true class is. You can’t buy that.
Now the distribution of wealth in these United States, that’s another long, long post.
Class.
2 responses to “Class.”
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i don’t like to tell strangers stuff that i think they will run with, making all kinds of assumptions, ’cause i want to see how they’ll treat me based on how i am as a person – the other kind of class.
it’s interesting how folks regard others’ class/wealth indicators. pretty disconcerting, too.
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Yep, interesting and yet sad at the same time. 🙂
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