I love brown and serve rolls. They are so buttery and delicious And I could happily live on cereal, skittles, twizzlers, and pop tarts for the rest of my life, lol.
My mom wouldn't buy pop tarts. She said they were too expensive. I think the reality is that you could blow through that shit like it was nothing and still be hungry. So yeah, no pop tarts. She's so mean.
Why wouldn't I snort it off a cock? No really, I have questions. Is it because you blew the cock after snorting blow off it and therefor left coke residue on it?
You'd have to go ask MM this question.
Theory:
You blow cocaine off of a cock because, unlike snorting, there is virtually no chance you'll accidentally leave any granules of cocaine behind. Leaving behind unused cocaine would not be very MM. Because even if you're a double six-figure family with solid, middle class values, but plenty of disposable income to spend on cock'n'rock, you must not waste anything or your discretionary/fun fund is not going to be fully utilized.
Speaking of pop tarts, how is there no fucking outrage that those bastards chintz you on the tasty ones? You get 8 in a box of strawberry frosted ones (the best kind, okay?) but then when it comes to the chocolate peanut butter, you get six.
How has the country not rioted over this obvious class discrimination?
You get the same amount of Toaster Strudel in a box even if you buy the breakfast ones with stuff posing as meat in there so what the fuck, man?
Yes, that is what I was saying in the thread on MM. That, while we might have a higher HHI than average, we are still very MC in our traits and values.
I seriously couldn't check anything off on that list. Not even a preferred hair stylist because I decided to switch yesterday. We don't have multiple homes or staff. We don't collect art (unless they mean ordering the occasional print off of etsy or buying something at a street fair which I doubt). Neither of us speaks a foreign language and we don't travel much, although that is more due to the age of our kids. Still, even if we did, it wouldn't be to the extent that we'd have favorite restaurants in three different countries.
I'm sorry, but LOL. " I can't name my stylist because I just switched to a new one!"
"I think his name is Richard, but I can't remember what the receptionist told me, which means I can't name my stylist."
I'm sorry, but LOL. " I can't name my stylist because I just switched to a new one!"
Lol. It sounds silly but most people do have a preferred hair stylist that they usually see, right? Isn't that how most salons work? You see the same person over and over.
No. Most people walk into Fantastic Sams and take whomever is available.
That is, unless you have your mom/sister/friend do it.
My mom used to make sandwiches for our lunches when I was a kid (when we'd moved up in life and got off of free lunches!) and it'd be white bread from the day-old bakery, clearance baloney, and THICK ASS CHUNKS of cheddar cheese pared off the block because Kraft slices were too much $. I still shy away from cheddar on sandwiches.
We ate real cheese when I was young and you could get it in the government cheese line. And then I'm not sure what happened. We stopped doing government cheese and then my mom just bough kraft slices which I do not eat. I eat real cheese. Glorious cheese slices.
I do eat kraft on grilled cheese though, two slices just to prove I'm not that poor anymore.
I rarely eat potatoes or beans because we ate them so much as a kid because that shit could make so many meals. My mom would dice up leftover baked potatoes and fry them with butter and paprika to make a new meal. GAG.
I still love Kraft processed cheese on grilled cheese tho.
But as a rich bitch I buy legit fruit loops instead of the gross fake fruity hoops or whatever our no-name brand is. True story, a box of fruit loops was 1/3 of my Christmas present one year.
Post by 2curlydogs on Sept 16, 2014 14:16:48 GMT -5
We are upper class. I don't need to take a quiz. And I am quite certain there are hos on MM who make better money than H and I do claiming they're "middle class", so they need a fucking reality check a la Ted Strickland.
My mom fed us kids like we were poor though. Cheap ass, tough as leather, gristly cuts of meat. White bread bought wholesale and frozen. Gah.
I am definitely upper income (well, DH is and I just suck off his teat) but we live solidly middle class lives. IMO, they're two different things. Now, off to read 8 pages of "But even though I make zillions, I'm still middle class!" since I am happy to contribute to the same.
Post by cattledogkisses on Sept 16, 2014 15:02:49 GMT -5
I think some people think that having to save up for things = struggling/not upper class, and no. Just no.
We have to save up for things like international travel and major house renos, but the fact that we can do those things at all makes us pretty darn well off and I have no trouble acknowledging that. I don't know why that's so hard for some of those MM posters.
Post by heartmama on Sept 16, 2014 15:28:00 GMT -5
I feel middle class, but apparently we're not, we're above the middle. Too bad we have a bunch of debt, so I feel poor. Hopefully in 2 years when it's all paid off I'll feel a little better.
Oh they can eat blue box mac and cheese (though I won't.) They just can't eat it with spam. That's poor people dinner. Also, I won't feed them pork and beans mixed with rice and ground beef. Just nope.
Our poor people food of choice is homemade soup or pancakes. I can't even explain it. An under $10 dinner is an under $10 dinner but there are just some things I won't do.
What about with Morningstar Farms veggie dogs? Because I totally had that myself a week ago.
During bar prep, I ate spaghetti with butter & parmesan daily, usually with a cucumber salad I'd make at the beginning of the week. The salad ingredients were $15. Box of spaghetti $1. Cheese $4. So... $20 for 7 meals? Does that count? Or do you mean under $10 for a family of 5?
I'm not sure I've ever felt middle class. I think I was growing up, but then I felt rich because our town was so poor / LOCL. I felt poor in college b/c I made $80/week and was surrounded by rich people. Then rich again after (again, when I was probably technically middle class) because I could pay my own bills in NYC. Rich still when I went to Ohio because I could afford a guest bedroom and to live in a great neighborhood, but then poor while in law school because I was living off borrowed money. Now I feel rich again but buried in debt. Maybe I'll feel differently when I have a family.
I think we grew up upper class but my parents had a love for foods like velveeta cheese slices and toast with tuna on it for dinner. No wonder I have a confused adulthood.