First and foremost, I call shenanigans.
Second, I like how you carefully worded your choice of education. ”Moderately priced” and “in-state”: aka barely accredited (enjoy when you get passed over for every job and/or promotion because someone else has a better education - one that taught not to use phrases like “I got good grades”).
Third, I’m happy that you can spend 30 hours a week working. It must be nice to not have an elderly parent to care for in that time or kids to raise.
Fourth, I’m happy you were able to begin saving for college at age 17. It must’ve been nice not to have any medical bills (maybe you should thank your parents here for having medical insurance) or to have to help your family pay for electricity, water or groceries.
Fifth, it’s cute that you assume everyone has the same opportunities, IQ, and background you do. Sure makes it easier to feel superior, huh?
Sixth, take one fucking sociology class and realize that the system is designed to make people fail — people’s own “bad” choices often have nothing to do with it.
And finally, take your arrogant, privileged white ass and put yourself in the life of somebody born into poverty. I bet you give your precious bootstraps one tug and society will break them in half. Then see if you still believe everything you just wrote.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via shoretoshore) |
