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According to my Habsburg Empire grandmother, if your elbows even graze the table you are a low class wench or common laborer. And you better damn well know when to sit down or remain standing. Little fork. Big spoon. You mess that up and you belong to the streets.
Let us not even get started on how to dress for the meal. It's all intuitive now, but being ten years old wasn't great whenever the Habsburg Empire arrived. |
PP you love to hate. But I think you enjoy it, otherwise, why would you take the time to excoriate me? And if you don't believe me, why don't you just ignore or call me a troll? I do not write to impress. I post because like all international, or cultural/religious/otherwise different posters, I contribute to expanding the average American's horizon. Would you rather just limit all discussions to a certain type of US experience, or a certain type of economic class, or a certain set of beliefs? Or maybe just YOUR values? Do you think living in a bubble is beneficial? Whenever people respond the way you just did, it usually means their insecurity has been triggered. Your invective belies your professed disdain and disinterest. I'm sorry, PP, that this is triggering for you. I'm sure your life is worthwhile, and that you are appreciated by your friends and family. Now if you can accept that DCUM is an open forum and everyone can respond to the OP, maybe you'll see your way to letting me respond to certain posts without ganging up as if I was the worst monster in the world. And for all you know, maybe we've agreed on many other topics on this site!!!
Relax. It's Friday. |
A 10 year old hosting the personification of a stiff historical period is wonderfully juxtaposed. I'm really savoring that sentence. |
I think it’s a bit more subtle than that - it’s sort of about knowing your place. To make a dramatic example, it is by no means rude to warmly tell a close friend that you think their house is lovely when you go to visit (I would put the outer bounds of this at older relative of close friend, or older person with whom you socialize often. But if someone is absolute leagues above you in importance [perceived that way by most, or very obviously so], then you would come across as extremely arrogant for implying that your opinion on their personal interior decoration matters. Even if you worded the compliment in the most careful way, you may as well have smacked your gum and yelled, “Great job decorating, you!” Similarly, it’s not a question of French toast vs eggs Benedict per se, as someone upthread claimed, but rather: (1) you’re talking directly about money; (2) you may be making others at the table uncomfortable bc it sounds like you could be saying you can’t afford this brunch; (3) announcing that you can do something yourself at home better might be seen as crass because it takes away from the point, which is to gather together and enjoy the moment; (4) you could be seen as boasting about your cooking, which is awkward etc etc etc |
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| When it’s too thick and it’s still a bit gooey on the inside, but crispy on the outside… that’s not a sign of good breading |
It is not at all polite to say that! Simply say no thank you and move on |
When we say that we don’t like something or someone, it usually means that we actively dislike the thing or the person. That is, we’re not neutral; the thing or person displeases us and we want to avoid the thing or person. “I don’t care for X” is more neutral than “I don’t like X.” It could mean that I don’t like X, but maybe I’d just rather have something else. So let’s say that I’m invited to a friend’s house for supper and she serves broccoli. I hate broccoli and it disgusts me, but I’ll tell my hostess, “Oh, I’m afraid I don’t care for broccoli.” That’s more polite than “I don’t like broccoli.” She’ll understand and won’t be offended. |
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Please don’t let some boor dictate your behavior OP.
Your statement was absolutely fine! |
No, she's talking about Hollandaise. And poaching eggs. (memory flash, college years, summer job washing dishes in a little sort-of french restaurant and the sheer loathing and tantrums the chef had during weekend brunch for the people ordering eggs benedict because he so detested poaching eggs. |
No, you smile and choke down a few bites of broccoli. You savage. |
NP. So, where exactly, is your family from? |
| Why comment on your order at all? Just make your order, who cares why you chose what you chose |
| I’m more curious about who actually said this to you at breakfast, and what their background looks like. I’m guessing someone upwardly mobile in the UMC or new wealth? There’s your answer. |
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If you truly come from wealth, then you do not need to impress people
If you are new money, then you need to impress people that you do not like If you are middle class then you dream about having money to be able to impress all those people who you do not like If you do not have any money then you dream about opportunities that money would buy If you grew up poor then you do not see the value in impressing people |