I admit I’ve never walked down the street meeting everybody’s eye, however I resent the implication I’m upper class, considering I’d be in the same tax bracket as these people, and come from a working class background. I don’t wish to represent that all people who aren’t upper class are chavs, in fact there are plenty of upper class chavs and non-chav lower classes.
I’ve done this, I did it when I first got to secondary school, I did it when I first starting going into my local town, and each time I had the lovely reply of “What the fuck are you looking at?” or just a complete ignorance of my existance, in the end I stopped bothering, can you honestly say you wouldn’t?
I admit to denigrating them, as much as they denigrated me, however as opposed to attempting to start trouble in a public place, and perhaps it was cowardly of me to denigrate them behind their backs, but considering attempting to speak to them would probably result in a fight, I personally consider this a better way of going about it.
Now, I admit I made crass generalisations in my post, and that not all chavs are bad people, however I was refering specifically to the chavs who affronted me, I’d like to say some of my best friends are chavs, but that would be a blatant opening for a “but you don’t want them living in your neighbourhood?” response, so I will not make that comment. My post may have been redolent of class hatred, and my subsequent posts no doubt did nothing to contradict that however I maintain that, although I used generalisations relating to the chav class, I do not have a specific vendetta against all chavs, only the ones who bear ills to me.
hawthorne, did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? I get sick of this nonjudgemental bullshit when some people clearly dress and act a certain way to intentionally get that judgement. There are thugs (usually young) in every country that try to attract attention by dressing in a certain way and being hostile to outsiders. That is what they do. I am happy for you that you have never seemed to encounter them but I will be the first to laugh when you approach some of them to make polite chat and they blow your brains out.
Well, my hair is longer than most male’s but not excessively long, it was probably sticking up as I had just got out of the shower, so it probably was “fair game.”
I got that whole “being called faggot” thing in 6th-8th grade; I never understood why. It seemed to be the pejorative of choice when you don’t actually know a damn thing about the person you want to swear at. Might as well call me an elm tree, or a mastodon.
Having grown up near that area it doesn’t surprise me at all that the ‘chav’ (not a term I’ve heard, but I’ve been out of the UK for 3 years now) stereotype is associated with Chatham. It was bad enough in the late 80’s/early 90’s I shudder to think what it’s like now.
Hee. What’s even funnier is when I got someone screaming faggot at me because I was walking down the street holding hands with a hot, shirtless, chaps-wearing leather daddy.
Oh my god, how did you know? It was the hair, wasn’t it? The fucking hair!
When I used to get called gay a lot at school one of my favourite responses was to wrap myself around one of my friends and go “Yes?” or start coming on to the name caller.
Yeah Kal I saw there was an older usage for the term as well, it just didn’t surprise me to see Chatham mentioned on that page when I read the ‘chav’ description.
That is what I was thinking. Can you imagine a death match between them and some Los Angeles Bloods (or about 1,000 other groups that I can think of)? That would be some serious fun.
My point was and remains that for a bloke complaining about people spouting abuse at him based on his appearance he was doing rather a lot of judging people based on their appearance. Which he acknowledged in his reply to me.
