So, I love class and uppercrust things, but ugh-the posers

So, I love yachts and pearls with high tea and nice linen and fine living in general. I myself have never been a “richie” but I have had friends or family members whom have had wealth. I’ve been to the country club weddings and have been around nice things, and I am naturally charmed by it all. But there is a side of it that I can’t stand.

That side would be the people who are social climbers. The ones that are not quite there, but maybe 3 rungs away from the top of the ladder. They are the hardest people to deal with. I am not really intimidated by people who have more than I. I can speak naturally and get on nicely with practically anyone no matter what their social standing.

But enter the poser. This person wants so desperately to be validated. So they will do what they can to make those people that they do not deem as on “their level” feel uncomfortable. Or, to intimidate them in some way. There are a lot of people like that where I live. I have friends that have two million dollar homes as is the norm here, and I have mentioned this before. A lot of them are actually cool people, and they tend to invite me to a lot of things because I think I humor people? πŸ™‚ But some of the friends that they hang with, I just can’t deal with at all.

So on New Year’s Eve, my best guy and my daughter and I went to their house to what we thought was a celebration with just them and their kids. Well to our surprise and my chagrin, there was another family there. I have my own New Year’s Eve traditions with my daughter and my guy and it really was hard for me to not just be at home, and to be around people I didn’t know or even know would be there made it all the more upsetting. Enter the (wannabe) perfect petite blond and her General husband and their 3 kids. Immediately when I walked in, the little blonde gave me a look like-“why are you here?” First of all, she and her family came super early cuz they had plates full of foodΒ when we got there, and we arrived on time. And she was acting all territorial like a little chihuahua. I’m a blond as well, a natural one thank you very much so I can say these things:). But I’m not like the mean ones in the movies, and this little yippie female dog was.

My friend’s house is fab, and huge and they have an entire basement filled with recreational things to do. Video games of your choice both arcade-style and Xbox. Three screens to watch sports on, and a movie screen and a pool table. I am sure I’m leaving something out, but it’s pretty dope. I never get over the big arcade games, I could stay there all day. But my friend is humble about it and this woman clearly doesn’t have as much as my girlfriend does, but is dying to get there on the coattails of her General husband and all that comes with his rank. And her slobbering over my friend almost made me not want to eat apps, I said almost (haha).

Oh, to get under her skin was a joy! I called the dish that she brought to the house Alpo. My mom used to make it in the 80s and it literally looks like dog food, but it’s so good. It’s like chili and Velveeta and tomatoes or something mixed in a crock pot. Yummy, but super unhealthy. At first she was really pissed that I called it at, but pretended to think it was funny, and when everyone started calling it that, she suddenly adopted the name with a smile. Gag! I like kind of take digs at mean people. I am kind of annoying and really go to getting under people’s skin sometimes. πŸ™‚

But what this lady may not realize or maybe needs to be told, there are tons of wives in the DC area with husband’s that have high rank. It is the military capitol of the country. In the town she lives in, is pretty awesome and is probably around 9 miles from DC. But her town has a median income of 175,000. But compared to Mclean, VA, a few miles away, the median income is 455,000. So in essence, she is just average here. And I am someone who is way below average economically, and I would never kiss up to anyone to get invited to things or to feel part of something. I just don’t have that gene. Of course I carry myself differently when I go to the Ritz for high tea then I do at my neighborhood Starbucks. But that is just because I have class and know how to act. But no matter how much I admire the finer things, I would never try to tear others down or act mightier or holier than thou towards anyone.

I don’t know whether to feel sorry for these posers, slap them, or just ignore them. But there are too many of them to swat away effectively. So, I put on my game face and pretend that they’re not going to talk about me when I go to the bathroom. And I tried to stay away from them as much as possible, because honestly I am just too above them spiritually to stoop down to their level. This may sound like the opposite of classy, but I used to love the Real Housewives of Atlanta back in the day, because I’m from Ga. And a former singer of the group Xscape is on there named Kandi. If you’ve never heard of the show you probably live under a rock, haha). She had a song called “I fly above (all the drama)” and that is honestly what I try to do in order to not physically hurt someone. πŸ™‚

Moral of the story is:

be nice, always

treat others well

don’t look down on others

act towards people the way that you would your loved ones

empathize with people who don’t have what you do, one day that could be you

Now those things show real class. Know people like this? If you do, try to turn the other cheek, or do what you can to drive them crazy while you have to deal with them πŸ™‚

~simply

Dee

Luann Delesepps-Money Can’t Buy You Class

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