I hate this complete obsession with class, especially at this place, you can hardly say 'hello' to anyone before they are getting all prosier-than-thou and telling you about how their dad's a one eyed chimney-sweep with rickets, and how they've still got an outside loo, and have never been on a plane or whatever, all that dubious crap, most of which is usually lies anyway, and I'm thinking why are you telling me this? Am I meant to feel guilty? D'you think it's my fault or something, or are you just feeling pleased with yourself for escaping your pre-determined social role or some self-congratulatory bullshit? I mean, what does it matter anyway? People are people, if you ask me, and they rise or fall by their own talents and merits, and their own labors, and blaming the fact they've got a settee rather than a sofa, or eat tea rather tan dinner, that's just an excuse, it's just whining self-pity and shoddy thinking.... I don't make judgements about other people because of their background and I expect people to treat me with the same courtesy... It's my parent's money and it's not as if they got it from nicking people's dole or running sweatshops in Johannesburg or something. They worked fucking hard for what they've got. It's a privilege, and they treat it as such, and they do their best to give something back. But if you ask me, there's no snob like an inverted snob... I'm just so fucking bored with people trying to pass plain old envy off as some sort of virtue.

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