I've gotten a few requests by some people on Facebook to write more in this blog, so I believe I will. Thanks for the feedback, it was very nice.
Most people who write in blogs aren't very interesting people, myself included. What compels us webloggers to "blog", as they say, is a combination of two things:
1.) the tendency to be annoyed by the most trivial things and
2.) having the insatiable desire to rant about whatever is on the mind.
I was extremely annoyed by a snotty rich girl today, so therein I have found my topic. Oh my, where do I begin?
The entitlement that the children of the rich, particularly females, feel they're owed is ridiculous and would be laughable, if only their parents weren't so intent on perpetuating their delusions of grandeur. I was raised in an affluent suburb of New York City, where in high school the average student's car cost at least twice as much as that of the average teacher. These students were athletic, academic, polite, ambitious; their parents were mostly lawyers and stock brokers who liked to retreat to "the country" every evening after a busy day at work a little less than an hour away in Manhattan. These students also had a tendency to model themselves after pictures in the Abercrombie & Fitch or J.Crew catalogues. Nonetheless, they were hard workers like their parents, and many of them have gone off to great colleges not because of their money or whatever legacy, but because they worked extremely hard at what they did. I know, because I've seen their science projects go to state and national levels, I've sat next to them in AP classes, I've seen them perform in music, theater, dance, whatever. And I've seen their SAT scores, which were always phenomenal. Truly the future leaders of America type of deal.
Drive thirty-five miles south and the scenery changes drastically, and not just from the towering skyscrapers. In Manhattan the rich truly do live side by side with the poor; the difference of one block, even sometimes half a block, could mean an income of millions of dollars to welfare checks. I suppose for some upperclass folks in NYC this gives them some sort of validation, a confirmation that they've made it to the top and they've got it under control, unlike these unemployed scoundrels who would rather live off their God damned hard-earned tax money than get a job. Right on, asshole.
Private schools are abundant in Manhattan for a few reasons. Well-funded public schools are hard to come by, and magnet schools have a limited capacity. While private schools can provide scholarship to exceptionally promising young people, the majority of the school is funded by the wealthy parents of students. For only $25,000 a year these parents will gladly send their precious offspring to this school to ensure that their baby's college application reads the name of their private school boldly and clearly. And why are the odds of getting into a good college after private schooling like this so high? Well if the parents are capable of paying for this private
school, they'd probably be more than willing to spend twice that amount to send their little Johnny or Sally to Columbia University, just a stone's throw away.
It is no coincidence that America's most expensive colleges are comprised of graduates of the most expensive private high schools. I can't say I have anything in particular against that; I mean, it makes sense. What I DO hate is that by attending these overpriced liberal arts and high schools, and being reminded everyday that their parents are paid the big bucks to be successful in their field of choice, that their children are deluded into thinking that they're any better than other people simply for these reasons.
I've met guys from Manhattan whose parents are filthy rich, and some are assholes, but I haven't met anyone who was too difficult to stomach. GIRLS, however, are different. Perhaps it's because I'm a girl and there is often a sense of competition---"vagina envy", as I like to call it---between two hot-blooded young females. Rich bitches from Manhattan have it the worst. If you don't immediately begin kissing her ass, or she feels threatened by you in some way, she'll make sure you know it by acting like she's better than you, which is really the only skill she has. You're thinner than she is? Fine, well, she always liked fat thighs! You're prettier than she is? Well to her you're not, because nobody is prettier than her, no matter how much she resembles a farm animal. God forbid she finds out she can do something that you can't, or else from then on all you'll hear is, "What, you don't know French? Well I spoke it all the time with my nanny when I was a young girl..." In their minds these girls do everything right. They're highly critical of others, and the irony of it all would amuse me, if it weren't such an upsetting reality.
The parents of girls like these can have a variety of personalities, from being just as idiotic to humble people. The one thing their parents all have in common is that they have high-paying, sometimes high-profile careers; they live comfortably. In contrast their daughters most likely won't amount to anything; but as good parents do, they enrich their daughters with whatever they can in hopes that their offspring will become worldly, capable young women. Frequent trips to high-society dinners, lavish vacations, performances at the opera, anything to stimulate their
daughters' coked-out minds. How did they get so coked out, you ask? You can thank daddy for that credit card he gave his precious when she went off to college.
I just can't wait until the rug is pulled out from under them and, in their drunken and coked-out stupor, they look around and realize their lives haven't amounted to much. It's so sad that in the media the only girls we read about are heiresses whose fathers are oil tycoons or CEOs of major corporations, whose lives are so fabulous because all they do is shop and party. Sure that'd be fun
for oh, A DAY; but they have the resources, so why don't they make their lives amount to more than just spending the allowances their parents give them?
Most people who write in blogs aren't very interesting people, myself included. What compels us webloggers to "blog", as they say, is a combination of two things:
1.) the tendency to be annoyed by the most trivial things and
2.) having the insatiable desire to rant about whatever is on the mind.
I was extremely annoyed by a snotty rich girl today, so therein I have found my topic. Oh my, where do I begin?
The entitlement that the children of the rich, particularly females, feel they're owed is ridiculous and would be laughable, if only their parents weren't so intent on perpetuating their delusions of grandeur. I was raised in an affluent suburb of New York City, where in high school the average student's car cost at least twice as much as that of the average teacher. These students were athletic, academic, polite, ambitious; their parents were mostly lawyers and stock brokers who liked to retreat to "the country" every evening after a busy day at work a little less than an hour away in Manhattan. These students also had a tendency to model themselves after pictures in the Abercrombie & Fitch or J.Crew catalogues. Nonetheless, they were hard workers like their parents, and many of them have gone off to great colleges not because of their money or whatever legacy, but because they worked extremely hard at what they did. I know, because I've seen their science projects go to state and national levels, I've sat next to them in AP classes, I've seen them perform in music, theater, dance, whatever. And I've seen their SAT scores, which were always phenomenal. Truly the future leaders of America type of deal.
Drive thirty-five miles south and the scenery changes drastically, and not just from the towering skyscrapers. In Manhattan the rich truly do live side by side with the poor; the difference of one block, even sometimes half a block, could mean an income of millions of dollars to welfare checks. I suppose for some upperclass folks in NYC this gives them some sort of validation, a confirmation that they've made it to the top and they've got it under control, unlike these unemployed scoundrels who would rather live off their God damned hard-earned tax money than get a job. Right on, asshole.
Private schools are abundant in Manhattan for a few reasons. Well-funded public schools are hard to come by, and magnet schools have a limited capacity. While private schools can provide scholarship to exceptionally promising young people, the majority of the school is funded by the wealthy parents of students. For only $25,000 a year these parents will gladly send their precious offspring to this school to ensure that their baby's college application reads the name of their private school boldly and clearly. And why are the odds of getting into a good college after private schooling like this so high? Well if the parents are capable of paying for this private
school, they'd probably be more than willing to spend twice that amount to send their little Johnny or Sally to Columbia University, just a stone's throw away.
It is no coincidence that America's most expensive colleges are comprised of graduates of the most expensive private high schools. I can't say I have anything in particular against that; I mean, it makes sense. What I DO hate is that by attending these overpriced liberal arts and high schools, and being reminded everyday that their parents are paid the big bucks to be successful in their field of choice, that their children are deluded into thinking that they're any better than other people simply for these reasons.
I've met guys from Manhattan whose parents are filthy rich, and some are assholes, but I haven't met anyone who was too difficult to stomach. GIRLS, however, are different. Perhaps it's because I'm a girl and there is often a sense of competition---"vagina envy", as I like to call it---between two hot-blooded young females. Rich bitches from Manhattan have it the worst. If you don't immediately begin kissing her ass, or she feels threatened by you in some way, she'll make sure you know it by acting like she's better than you, which is really the only skill she has. You're thinner than she is? Fine, well, she always liked fat thighs! You're prettier than she is? Well to her you're not, because nobody is prettier than her, no matter how much she resembles a farm animal. God forbid she finds out she can do something that you can't, or else from then on all you'll hear is, "What, you don't know French? Well I spoke it all the time with my nanny when I was a young girl..." In their minds these girls do everything right. They're highly critical of others, and the irony of it all would amuse me, if it weren't such an upsetting reality.
The parents of girls like these can have a variety of personalities, from being just as idiotic to humble people. The one thing their parents all have in common is that they have high-paying, sometimes high-profile careers; they live comfortably. In contrast their daughters most likely won't amount to anything; but as good parents do, they enrich their daughters with whatever they can in hopes that their offspring will become worldly, capable young women. Frequent trips to high-society dinners, lavish vacations, performances at the opera, anything to stimulate their
daughters' coked-out minds. How did they get so coked out, you ask? You can thank daddy for that credit card he gave his precious when she went off to college.
I just can't wait until the rug is pulled out from under them and, in their drunken and coked-out stupor, they look around and realize their lives haven't amounted to much. It's so sad that in the media the only girls we read about are heiresses whose fathers are oil tycoons or CEOs of major corporations, whose lives are so fabulous because all they do is shop and party. Sure that'd be fun
for oh, A DAY; but they have the resources, so why don't they make their lives amount to more than just spending the allowances their parents give them?
1 comment:
Ahhhhh the dignity of dollars...
I like what you write its funny.
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