She’s not a Child of Wealth: she’s a Child of the Professional Class. What’s amusing is that while she apparently went off to college and discovered the Lower Classes, she somehow missed True Wealth.
I don’t need to lie, it wasn’t a contest. Unlike you, I grew out of the “my dad is better than your dad” game when I was about 8. It was a commentary on how you feel somehow superior by association rather than actually talking about the things you have done yourself. That entire thread was about what your parents have done for you, and the standards to which you have become accustomed as a result. No matter what anybody says in this thread to you, it will never sink in, of this I am positive.
Lindsey, COME ON, in your Child of Wealth thread you condescended to ChinaGuy about the extent to which he knows English. He was an American investment banker in Asia! Not five minutes ago you smugly asked an epidemiologist whether she has any friends who’ve done volunteer work in developing nations. It’s quite apparent that you think you’re smarter, more educated and have lived this really unique life-though I’m amused that you now think you can pass it off as joking around with people.
Everytime you feel cornered you resort to condescending to people who, quite frankly, ARE more accomplished than you are (at the moment). Additionally, you’ve started randomly accusing people of being bigots.
Well no. You’re wrong because your opinions are based on ignorance and knee-jerk prejudice, while I have real-life experience on my side.
This may be true, but I don’t think that matters. If someone were to advise me to hide the fact that I’ve been to sub-sahara Africa so as not to scare away the kind of idiot who would react in horror at the very notion of visiting Mauritius, I’d be insulted. Because the implication is that idiots are the best I could attract.
Exactly. I bet that Lindsay has actually sat close to a breastfeeding mother and not even realized it. Then again my dad was a mailman so I am clearly from another species altogether.
One of my favorite moments was being a mall when my son needed to nurse. My husband and I sat down on a bench and I began to nurse him. Two older ladies were watching and then came up to speak to me. They were both lactation consultants and were so nice and encouraging and told me that it was folks like me that were changing perception. Was very cool. That and the mom on the plane. She saw me nurse, looked so relieved, threw down the unwanted bottle and just nursed that (previously) screaming baby.
Only one person ever realized I was feeding my baby in public, and he leaned way over my lap before he figured it out. I think I’m the same species as LavenderBlue as I grew up working class. My sisters and I all have college degrees, so we’ve fulfilled our parent’s hopes and dreams.
Get this: I breastfed in public AND I worked in a developing country in the Peace Corps AND I used an on-line dating site AND my father is a doctor AND I own two colandars.
I think this highlights the cognitive dissonance that is driving me crazy. On one hand, she makes a big deal about her Exceptionalism: she’s got a unique, interesting background, she grew up differently than most people, she’s surrounded by unusual, interesting people. At the same time, she’s set herself up as the “voice of the average person” and assumes that her perceptions are the norm and any dissenting view is because we are the weirdos and is irrelevant.
So she thinks breastfeeding is gross and trashy in public, so most people do. She thinks most of Africa is a slum and only crazy people or saints go there, so most people do. The same attitude comes up when she talks about child rearing: whatever experiences she had vicariously watching her brother grow up are the norm, and even people who have actually raised children are less qualified to comment than she if it hasn’t been in the last decade. In fact, she gets annoyed at “non-parents” commenting in parenting threads.
She sets her self up as some sort of ambassador from the world of normal people while bragging about how different her experiences are.
Haaaaa! Ha. That’s funny as hell.
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Goddamn! Pig Latin Chinese? That’s gonna be tough to translate.
God, I hope you’re a woman.
I seriously, no lie, just broke the only goddamn colander in this house, and against all reason, I blame you people.
I know! I wish I had access to doctors… oh, wait. I do. It turns out, though, that sweating is a natural, necessary bodily process. Just like breastfeeding.
lindsay, honey, you and I have never crossed paths, but I find your classist, know-it-all routine to be tiresome and off-putting. The sad thing is, I know a lot of people just like you, or they were just like you. Then they grew up and started living their own lives without Mommy and Daddy’s money. They figured out that they weren’t slumming if they had friends who didn’t grow up with money. That it was OK if they didn’t use Mommy and Daddy’s vacation house and private jet because they wanted to make their own plans. That having an actual job and living off their own paychecks is a lot more satisfying than having a lot of money in the bank that they had nothing to do with.
But, hey. If you want to be shallow and materialistic, it’s your loss.
If only you had two…
sigh.
Shit, don’t throw it away! Once you buy its replacement, you’ll - at that moment - own TWO colanders. And to think - we’ll be able to say we knew you when!
Maybe if you had worked harder in life, instead of “socializing” on message boards and living off gubmit handouts, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.
I would never socialize on message boards, or anywhere else for that matter. Socialism is bad.
Honestly, you can’t make up this sort of entertainment.
How could I possibly miss that when you bring it up almost as frequently as all your other incredibly mundane accomplishments? It doesn’t ‘earn you a cookie’ :rolleyes: since you clearly didn’t learn a single thing from it. You still believe that only people who cannot possibly take care of themselves support social safety nets, and that those pesky poor people just need to work harder and they’d all be rich and successful like you. Except you never worked for that giant cushy safety net you have, did you?
BTW, it’s easy to have 250 hours of volunteer work when you don’t need to work a day in your life to earn money to pay the rent and whatnot. Come back when you actually sacrifice something of yourself to help someone else. I’m also guessing all your volunteer work has been of the nice, clean, safe white-collar variety, since you hilariously think weeding your parents garden counts as hard physical labour.
Doesn’t South Africa have one of the worst AIDS problems in Africa though? I don’t look forward to visiting South Africa, not for the AIDS thing, but because of the vuvuzela. Fuck that noise.
I actually agree with not mentioning Africa, but for different reasons. Africa is one big fucking place. I would be more country specific. Tanzania, Morocco, Ghana, Kenya, Egypt, Botswana, and Namibia are countries I would look forward to visiting. Libya, Sudan, Rwanda, Somalia, and Zimbabwe, not so much.