Dating someone who is poor
Another used a picture of him mocking my hometown as his Tinder picture after we broke up.
It’s a strange life, being a working-class person dating an upper-class one.It’s a different world, it’s a different life, and so many of us have to fold our identities into it, in spite of ourselves. Of course, being upper class, or even middle class, isn’t just about money.It’s a mode of learning and culture that dominates how we operate as a society.Even with good intentions, you get sick of being examined. Your laugh is an octave too high when they botch the impression of your accent.You long for the time when the people you liked came from where you came from — the sameness you shared — before your plans intervened, and you chose not to stick around and make a go of things in the place you love, the place you know, the place you find yourself disavowing in order to fit in. Latin was and is as boring as it was for you when your snobby History teacher tried to cleave it into a class about your poor use of split infinitives at school. Upper-class leftists are all of a sudden a proud exception to the rule, tying a string to their bow because they have managed to “understand” the plight of the less fortunate.