Rachael Sacks has had enough! Everywhere she goes, she feels the baleful gaze of those around her–judging her, hating her. This affluent college student and author of such masterpieces as 13 Things That Should Exist For New York Women in Their 20s (which includes “A portable device that can attach to your keys that tests your drugs for you and can identify whether or not it’s laced with some nasty sh*t. Seriously people, this sh*t’s important always make sure your drugs are safe”), and “Confession: I’m a Chronic Female Masturbator,” feels that the rich are taking too much blame in our country–and she’s not staying quiet about it!
Rachel attends Eugene Lang Liberal Arts College at the New School in Manhattan–one of the most expensive colleges in the country. Her father is Preston Sacks, a prominent fertility doctor.
In her latest attention-seeking piece of garbage, “I’m not Going to Pretend That I’m Poor to Be Accepted by You,” the chronic meat flap massaging malcontent imagines that a cashier and customer are silently begrudging the fact that she is rich because she overheard the customer say that she went to school in-state to save her parents money. In what most would recognize as a foreign feeling of sympathy, this vapid disgrace to humanity’s thoughts turn darkly inward: Since the cashier does not treat her like royalty, of course it was because she had money. It couldn’t be that the most casual observer could deduce that she is a complete and utter WASTE, right?
I came straight from the Mulberry Sample Sale, big ass shopping bag in tow back to the Gristedes by my West Village Apartment. I get to the checkout and there’s this girl in front of me probably a little older than I am talking to the cashier. The girl says to the cashier “I went in-state to save my parents money for school”. The Cashier then replies “That’s smart”. They then both glare at me with my shopping bag and my Coco Lite snack cakes and Diet Coke as if to say here’s daddy’s little princess wasting money, that little piece of shit. They exchange words and then the girl leaves. I try to be chipper and ask the cashier how her day is and she doesn’t answer me. She just looks down and scans my items not saying a word or even glancing in my direction. I say have a great day, as happily as I can and walk out feeling like a turd.
She goes on to whine about the “obvious” hatred displayed towards her. “What the f*ck? Could they not be that obvious?” she asks, once again assuming her bags identified her as “upper class,” which led to their instant and automatic dislike of her–after all, THEY are the problem…not her. Besides, she got her purse at 70% discount! That means she only spent about what that cashier gets paid in a month on it!
What the f*ck? Could they not be that obvious? I should have stopped at my apartment and put my bags down then if they were going to judge me like that. And I got my purse at a 70% discount so they can fuck off. I am sorry that I was born into great financial circumstances and my father likes to provide for me. I am sorry I don’t have to go to a state school to save my parents money. What do you want from me?
What continues is a fusillade of fervent self-absorption that would make George Clooney envious. Instead of empathizing with those less fortunate, she asserts that people should not “make” others feel so guilty about their own personal finances. Displaying that she does not exactly understand how “income” works, she says that how a person spends money (“do I pay the electric bill, or eat”) is “their own choice.” Dealing with one’s lessers requires a certain amount of “tact.”
People shouldn’t make others feel bad about their own personal finances. How people spend their money is their own choice. There is a certain amount of tact you should show around people who can’t buy exorbitantly expensive things. But should you classify someone as a person based on how they are showing their wealth, or lack of it? It just seems really petty and makes you look bitter and unhappy with your own life if you are casting nasty glares at college girls in Gristedes because you’re a cashier. What purpose does it serve if all you want to do is reflect your own misery on other people?
While making sweeping generalizations about the poor, she poses the question, “Should you classify someone as a person based on how they are showing their wealth, or lack of it?“
I don’t know, Rachel…should you?
Responses to her rant have not been positive. However, she is undeterred in her thinly veiled hatred of those who are beneath her financially. Her response to the outrage?
‘I’ve been dealing with b****** since the third grade I’ve always been ready for haterz.’
‘I’m rolling my eyes because I definitely don’t deserve this much attention.’
‘La la la everybody hates me guess ill eat some worrrrmmmsss. Suck it.’