Did you not read my post? My elbows are anything but pristine. I have hung out with the "working people" as you call them. I started cleaning houses when I was twelve, because my parents never believed in allowances. I lied about my age and got a real job at 14 as a hostess at a restaurant where I was sexually harrassed by my boss and the cooks (and believe me, none of them went to college, they were definately the working classes). Then I became a grill cook at 16, working with all men. I cannot tell you here what kind of things went on at the restaurant I worked at (terms of abuse and all) but I think of it as a sort of X-rated Peyton place. I rubbed up against people who didn't read and basicly didn't think for 7 years, isn't that long enough?
And I didn't know I was Native American until I was 29 and found my birth parents but I'll tell you what my hispanic "commom people" school mates did to me. They beat the hell out of me at school because they thought I was hispanic and believed I was denying my cultural heritage because I said I was what the adotpion agency told me I was- English and Irish. And if you've never been beaten up by hispanic girls from good working families let me tell you, they choose to fight in groups so I didn't have much of a chance.
I don't know who you think had a silver spoon, but it wasn't me and it wasn't most of the people I met at law school. I didn't mean to post to you but I thought your ideas were misguided so I wrote to Penni. And there is nothing wrong with preferring people who are more "interesting" as you put it. We only have one life, I wish I hadn't spent any of mine working with people who had nothing to say. And I was there Christine, they really did have nothing to say. I know there are folks out there who didn't go to college who are widely read, but those folks are rare, an elite themselves, and I never met any while working.
You are entitled to your, IMO, rose colored liberal view of humanity, and I'm entitled to my jaundiced, elitist and pessimistic one. |
