Oh, you fast-typing bastards! Well, I’ll throw mine in anyway - I’m sorry if it bothers you, Anaamika.
I’m sorry, I can’t read posts without any capitalization. My eyes just don’t work that way. 
After reading this thread, this is how I see lindsaybluth. For the record, only search images of “Amy Futurama” if you want to see cartoon girl-on-girl porn. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Well, now they’ll know!
Last night I scraped some unfinished vegetables off of my plate into the trash!
Do you have two TVs at home? [Back to the Future]You must be rich.[/Back to the Future]
I just went to the sushi restaurant down the street for lunch. How much did my chicken terriyaki cost? I don’t even remember. Money is so disposable to me that I can put $9.49 on my Visa check card and not even think of it, yo.
My parents had a whole set of dishes that we only used for special occasions, in addition to the dishes that we used every day.
Probably not many of you can understand what that was like, so feel free to ask me questions about it.
{Somewhat of a hijack}Since I started composting, I don’t feel nearly as bad about vegetables that end up on the compost pile. At least they’re doing something out there, not just being wasted money. {/Hijack}
Were the everyday dishes Corelle with the starburst pattern, or were those the special-occasion dishes?
Piff. I was privilejjier than yours. My parents had a different room that we used for meals held on a special occasions in addition to those dishes. On those occasions we got to eat with a knife and fork!
lindsaybluth, an intelligent person makes sure that they have the right person before making allegations of poor child rearing.
You’ve got to be shittin’ me. The only time I’ve ever seen matching dishes is at Dennys and my mom had to sell her hair to get the dough.
i see the similarities, but the analogy doesn’t quite work for me because amy is at least somewhat likeable. 
My parents had a china cabinet in which they would store not just fancy dishes, but glassware and stemware and even, dear god! a crystal duck decanter! And they were just hardworking immigrants, too.
Piffier. In my house, we had clothes that we ONLY WORE TO BED. Beat that, bitches.
You know, sometimes I wonder if people don’t like me because of my patrician upbringing and refined sensibilities, but then I realize that it’s more likely that they don’t like me because I’m kind of a bitch sometimes. I get how that works.
I bet you think you’re all fancy with your hoity-toity shift key.
I just thought something else that is interesting.
When I was growing up, we had two colanders. When one was dirty, it was okay, because we could always use the other one.
It’s because of this privilege that I’m where I am today.
They don’t like you because you’re just too beautiful for them. They’re just jealous.
We were so rich, our computers came with TWO shift keys! And the typewriter had a shift-lock key so I didn’t have to hold it down for myself!
My family is so special that we have a toaster that toasts two slices of bread at once! It’s OK, you can be jealous now.
But did you have a component for bagels?
You win. If I wanted a duck, I had to go catch it with my bare hands. The amount of privilege you had to have to get a duck decanted just blows me away.
