Texas_Tickle
4th Level Orange Feather
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- Aug 28, 2002
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I hate those people who think they are "better" than others solely on the basis of material wealth or posessions and think everybody else in "beneath them".
Generally speaking, my experiences suggest that the so-called "common man" is much less likely to make broad sweeping generalizations of a person's character based solely on that person's token material wealth.
It happens, sure, but with much less frequency than the so-called
upperclass judging people based on *their own* criteria of what
makes someone "acceptable people" and what doesn't.
Me and my hippie-looking friend are sitting at a stop light in his Lexus, with a Harley-Davidson sticker on the back window, instead of a preppy Ivy League logo, and we have Bob Dylan blaring on the speakers. I've noticed that most truckers, folks driving beat up jalopies, etc., all look over, smile, and give a thumbs up. Folks in the rich cars, however, lock their doors and glare at us scornfully, presumably for "ruining" their image of wealth and their "country club image" they are trying so hard to preserve.
When we go to a working class bar or when we slide over to the east side of Fort Worth, to visit some friends of ours who live there, we get along with everyone just fine. They are always very cordial and welcome us.
At the end of the night when we go climb into our car, the attitude of the folks who didn't already know us is almost always, "Wow, they were cool folks AND apparently they're doing pretty well, too. Can't beat that."
On the other hand, when we go to one of those snobby "upscale bars" (around the Downtown district of Dallas), most of the patrons (not all, but most), can't seem to stand the way we look, can't figure out why we're there or how we're possibly paying for the overpriced drinks, and generally act like they wish we'd leave their "classy-unti-we-got-there" establishment.
That is, UNTIL they see us climb into our car. Then they want to be our friends the next time we show up. There are still a few, of course, who REALLY have a hangup about it and who jump to the conclusion that we're obviously drug runners or something because they can accept no other excuse for why else a "blue collar worker" can afford a car such as a Lexus.
Odd, perhaps, but them's the facts.
Generally speaking, my experiences suggest that the so-called "common man" is much less likely to make broad sweeping generalizations of a person's character based solely on that person's token material wealth.
It happens, sure, but with much less frequency than the so-called
upperclass judging people based on *their own* criteria of what
makes someone "acceptable people" and what doesn't.
Me and my hippie-looking friend are sitting at a stop light in his Lexus, with a Harley-Davidson sticker on the back window, instead of a preppy Ivy League logo, and we have Bob Dylan blaring on the speakers. I've noticed that most truckers, folks driving beat up jalopies, etc., all look over, smile, and give a thumbs up. Folks in the rich cars, however, lock their doors and glare at us scornfully, presumably for "ruining" their image of wealth and their "country club image" they are trying so hard to preserve.
When we go to a working class bar or when we slide over to the east side of Fort Worth, to visit some friends of ours who live there, we get along with everyone just fine. They are always very cordial and welcome us.
At the end of the night when we go climb into our car, the attitude of the folks who didn't already know us is almost always, "Wow, they were cool folks AND apparently they're doing pretty well, too. Can't beat that."
On the other hand, when we go to one of those snobby "upscale bars" (around the Downtown district of Dallas), most of the patrons (not all, but most), can't seem to stand the way we look, can't figure out why we're there or how we're possibly paying for the overpriced drinks, and generally act like they wish we'd leave their "classy-unti-we-got-there" establishment.
That is, UNTIL they see us climb into our car. Then they want to be our friends the next time we show up. There are still a few, of course, who REALLY have a hangup about it and who jump to the conclusion that we're obviously drug runners or something because they can accept no other excuse for why else a "blue collar worker" can afford a car such as a Lexus.
Odd, perhaps, but them's the facts.