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[–] shwankypoint0 2 points (+2|-0) Edited

I'm glad my dad raised us way below his means. He certainly could have bought massive new homes and had all the toys he wanted. Instead he chose to bank and save all he could so us four kids could have our education s payed in full no matter where we went and my Bros went to some crazy expensive schools. It really made and impression on me and how I live today, but so did living in thirdish world places like the Dominican republic and my travels to Africa and other nice and not so nice places. I certainly was around wealthy people growing up and got to compare and contrast the spectrum of attitudes of various socio economic lifestyles. Biggest snobs I ever met all went to Dartmouth, Harvard, Standford etc. I'm also from Mississippi so poor folks and the barley middle class abound so that shaped my kindness to others also. My cousin was raised to be a touch snobbish but he went to Dartmouth so I think that had a lot to do with it. Met a bunch of his ivy league buddies and while I'm sure they didn't mean to be they came off terribly offensive to me. Commenting on how they were impressed that there where highly educated and articulate people in and from Mississippi. That evening was almost unbearable with the presupposed notions they had toward me and the state in general. Though I did meet them wearing cutoffs and a wife beater with a gun on my hip (I had been fishing all day and cuz was having his gator hunt that night at the family lake and cabin) but good Lord it was gratting. I left after letting my cousin borrow a couple of my firearms so the Yankees could squeeze off a few rounds.

[–] starjello 1 points (+1|-0)

I bet it has to do with meritocracy. With the idea that skill is the main decider of why people are at the stations of life they're in, it makes sense that higher social class people are more self-important.