Monday 21 September 2009

Class - under, middle, working

Apparantly, according to some books I've read, I'm a member of the "underclass" because I'm a stigmum, I'm DSS.

But according to my next door neighbour I'm "a posh middle class bitch who looks down on everybody." That's inverted snobbery that is. You are looking down on me.

My family history isn't found in this country. By the time I understood the concept of "working class", I didn't feel it. I was born here, but my parents weren't. Maybe it's got something to do with that.

I am "classless".

Oh and for the record, I don't look down on anyone, I look across. But I do look up to loads. Their class, their creed, their colour, none of it makes a difference.

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