What’s classy for rich people but trashy for poor people?

[Anonymous]

Horses and horse stable

[Anonymous]

Collecting coins

[Anonymous]

Bad hygiene

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Starving/underweight
For poor, it’s hunger. For rich, it’s enviably thin.

Don’t see many starving/underweight poor people in the US. They’re usually obese if poor.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Starving/underweight
For poor, it’s hunger. For rich, it’s enviably thin.

Don’t see many starving/underweight poor people in the US. They’re usually obese if poor.

In the US the underweight poor are usually on meth.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Bike riding as an adult

Holy sh$t!

Absolute dynamite example.

lol

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Bad hygiene

When is this ever classy for anyone?

[Anonymous]

Dog hair on furniture

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Bad hygiene

When is this ever classy for anyone?

Your working class roots are showing, dear.

[Anonymous]

Plastic cups at parties. Potato chips in a bowl.

Actually, no wait. I know: a party with tons of booze and almost no food.

[Anonymous]

Breeding dogs!

[Anonymous]

As someone whose family has been here since Jamestown and Plymouth Rock, (mother and father's sides both), with many somewhat illustrious and colorful ancestors who participated in every chapter of American history and left no wealth that lasted more than a generation or two, I have to say this is all extremely accurate.

I always summered in California. We would visit my great-aunt's ranch and go camping in the Sierras. My uncle was a raging alcoholic who smuggled hash out of Afghanistan in the seventies and restored old Triumph motorcycles to sell in Switzerland. My mother was in and out of mental institutions and my father was remote and a bit of a playboy. He worked in insurance and we lived near the Main Line in Philadelphia. We were the first in our family to live west of the Mississippi in one hundred years. I'd visit my grandmother and she'd teach me embroidery and how to make bread. Her father was a bootlegger before Prohibition. My mother's family lived in South Carolina for three hundred years.

I'll let you guess if we are trashy or UMC, although I suppose I gave it away already.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:As someone whose family has been here since Jamestown and Plymouth Rock, (mother and father's sides both), with many somewhat illustrious and colorful ancestors who participated in every chapter of American history and left no wealth that lasted more than a generation or two, I have to say this is all extremely accurate.

I always summered in California. We would visit my great-aunt's ranch and go camping in the Sierras. My uncle was a raging alcoholic who smuggled hash out of Afghanistan in the seventies and restored old Triumph motorcycles to sell in Switzerland. My mother was in and out of mental institutions and my father was remote and a bit of a playboy. He worked in insurance and we lived near the Main Line in Philadelphia. We were the first in our family to live west of the Mississippi in one hundred years. I'd visit my grandmother and she'd teach me embroidery and how to make bread. Her father was a bootlegger before Prohibition. My mother's family lived in South Carolina for three hundred years.

I'll let you guess if we are trashy or UMC, although I suppose I gave it away already.

I would guess both. You said "summered" and you should know better that that's a clue.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:As someone whose family has been here since Jamestown and Plymouth Rock, (mother and father's sides both), with many somewhat illustrious and colorful ancestors who participated in every chapter of American history and left no wealth that lasted more than a generation or two, I have to say this is all extremely accurate.

I always summered in California. We would visit my great-aunt's ranch and go camping in the Sierras. My uncle was a raging alcoholic who smuggled hash out of Afghanistan in the seventies and restored old Triumph motorcycles to sell in Switzerland. My mother was in and out of mental institutions and my father was remote and a bit of a playboy. He worked in insurance and we lived near the Main Line in Philadelphia. We were the first in our family to live west of the Mississippi in one hundred years. I'd visit my grandmother and she'd teach me embroidery and how to make bread. Her father was a bootlegger before Prohibition. My mother's family lived in South Carolina for three hundred years.

I'll let you guess if we are trashy or UMC, although I suppose I gave it away already.

I would guess both. You said "summered" and you should know better that that's a clue.

No, we are poor as church mice. Some umc trappings, but no money. There hasn't been any money since the 1880s on my father's side and I don't think my mother's family had any ever. She has one ancestor who lent all his money to the Revolution. Died penniless in Charleston. His kids emigrated over to try and get the money back and couldn't afford to leave.

I say "summered" because I was raised near actual WASPS. I know their ways. I blend. But we are not nor have ever been.

[Anonymous]

Eating polenta, skirt steak, collard greens, pretty much tons and tons of foo foo food eaten by rich idiots...it started out as all poor people food.