Tuesday, November 11, 2003
rich girl, eat some dirt.
there was a rich girl in my class (the class is over; the girl still exists). and i tried hard to believe my dislike of her was due to my own being shitty.
she's that just-out-of-college age, and graduated from northwestern, and is quite pretty and actually a good actor, especially given that she's just out of school. these are all things that could make me predisposed to hate her. she is also, it seems, a rich kid. i have sometimes liked rich people immensely, but sometimes when i don't like them, the fact that they have a lot of money really sticks in my craw. she has seen every broadway play running, apparently, and is going to see something at an off-broadway theatre that we're also seeing next weekend. i mentioned we were going the same weekend, and then admitted that by "seeing the play," i meant, "volunteer ushering for free." her face went dead, and then she said quickly, "oh. well. i know the director," and then flounced off.
later, she said something about pilates, and i asked her where she took class, and she said, "oh. well. we have someone come to the house," and then made a dismissive hand gesture that i think you learn at muffy vanderbilt's House of Charm for Girls of Wealth.
oh, fuck *off*.
she's that just-out-of-college age, and graduated from northwestern, and is quite pretty and actually a good actor, especially given that she's just out of school. these are all things that could make me predisposed to hate her. she is also, it seems, a rich kid. i have sometimes liked rich people immensely, but sometimes when i don't like them, the fact that they have a lot of money really sticks in my craw. she has seen every broadway play running, apparently, and is going to see something at an off-broadway theatre that we're also seeing next weekend. i mentioned we were going the same weekend, and then admitted that by "seeing the play," i meant, "volunteer ushering for free." her face went dead, and then she said quickly, "oh. well. i know the director," and then flounced off.
later, she said something about pilates, and i asked her where she took class, and she said, "oh. well. we have someone come to the house," and then made a dismissive hand gesture that i think you learn at muffy vanderbilt's House of Charm for Girls of Wealth.
oh, fuck *off*.
