Hi Rachael. John here. As one of the many, many people who has written about you, I’ll assume you are, in part at least, addressing me in the fatuous cascade of self-pity you have chosen to share with the world.
In that mind, I will address you as you deserve to be addressed: as one of my lessers. No, not because I am deluded enough to think that in the grand scheme of things, I am in any way of more import than you, but because that is what your writings have made it clear that I–as a “poor” (as you so callously put it)–am to you.
Rachael, your interaction with the cashier, unfortunately, was not quite so innocent as you claim. You see, it is very likely that she nor the “poor college student” actually bore you any animosity. From my experience with people like you, the likely scenario is one of the following:
A.) The two were having a friendly chat as you walked up. You got all huffy because you saw the two of them enjoying themselves–after all, that cashier is there to work…not have fun! In response to your exasperated sigh, of course they shot you a nasty glare! The cashier would, then, have not been very nice to you because of the self-important and, frankly, bitchy attitude you display in everything that you write.
B.) You imagined the whole thing.
Having worked in various service jobs, I can not honestly say that I have seen someone act in the manner you describe toward those with more wealth, unless a disdainful attitude accompanied it. I have, however, seen customers become angry if someone was having a good conversation with a customer. The attitude that someone should not be having fun at work sickens me, but it is there!
I find it so funny that everyone is hating on me instead of investing themselves in worthier things. I don’t deserve all of your attention. Do I deserve all of this hate? Maybe, maybe not. What I am is a scapegoat for the current issues in our economy and honestly, it doesn’t phase me. I’ve finally gotten an eloquent message of “kill yourself” from reader mail. Thanks bro.
Yes, you do deserve our attention. Why? You are an exemplification of what is wrong with our society. To expect you to display compassion for those who were not born with a silver spoon in their nose is ab asino lanam.
Do you deserve all of this hate? Yes. Definitely. There is no question about it. You sincerely believe yourself to be a scapegoat for our economic issues? Give it a break! People like you are the reason our society has problems. The fact that it “doesn’t phase” you is the issue.
You were never a dumb 20-year-old, you snarky, washed up, 40-something commenters. You never said dumb shit — as long as it’s hidden. You’ve never taken drunk photos, or felt like your views about life were like, “super important.” Only luckily for you, the internet exists for me and so you can all pretend you were never a young adult and dig up everything and tell me to get Botox. Which I wouldn’t at this point. Maybe when I start to get older — I’m really not ruling anything out. If you all wanted to show me, you would realize that I am a sad, sad little girl, seeking out attention and you wouldn’t give me the time of day. Go ahead, shun me, act like I’m irrelevant. I’m a lot more afraid of that than being told to jump off of a bridge.
Aww, Rachael, of course we have all said “dumb shit.” Nearly everyone has taken drunk photos. We all feel like our views are, like, “super important.” Your mistake here is your apparent assumption that your “super important” views in any way reflect the views of most of society. The rest of us get sick of the People Who Matter pretending that their viewpoints are somehow more important than others. People like you push for the elimination of social welfare programs, perks for the rich, the elimination of the minimum wage. Why? Because within your self-absorbed little bubble, the rest of us are meaningless to you.
We, as a society, do shun you. Why wouldn’t we publicly renounce a malevolent harpy like you? You are irrelevant. You. Don’t. Matter. I’m not going to tell you to jump off a bridge, or stick a gun in your mouth, or in any way end your life. I would not want you to be a martyr to the cause of narcissistic disdain for those you deem to be beneath you.
I’ve been criticized by the media for taking this all in stride and not being more apologetic. What else am I supposed to do? Cry? Be a pussy and flip-flop on my own views? Beg for the public’s forgiveness? These are things I would never do. Who am I to turn my back on my own views? Who am I to attempt to talk about things that are taboo? Who am I to think that America has a sense of humor about anything? I am being criticized for exactly what I was criticizing myself for. I don’t look down upon “poors” or rich people either. It’s all just a matter of talking about these things that makes everyone so uncomfortable and it’s disgusting to have to live up to others’ stereotypes of what they should be. By labeling me “rich,” the media is doing exactly what I said people shouldn’t do. Sure, it makes a fantastic cover story, but otherwise, is being rich a personality? Is being poor a personality? Sadly, people would say yes, but I am not defined by being “rich” or even not being rich. That isn’t solely who I am and it shouldn’t be the sole defining character trait of someone. I’m not Veruca Salt, or Richie Rich, or a Paris Hilton-wannabe circa early 2000s. I am Rachael fucking Sacks and I don’t need to be labeled or categorized just to be an undeserved scapegoat.
Yes, you should cry. You should pay attention to everything that is said about you, and take it to heart. Yes! “Be a pussy and flip-flop” on your views. Sometimes, if you open your eyes to new information, your views change. Refusal to be open to the possibility is simply another sign of your ignorance. Yes, you should beg for forgiveness–undeserving as you are.
A sense of humor? What, exactly, is funny about your lack of regard for those you regard as beneath you? It seems I have missed the punchline. I am glad to see, though, that you don’t ascribe a “personality” to being rich or poor. That makes what I am about to say to you much easier: People don’t hate you because you’re rich. People hate you because you’re a rich, spoiled, horrible, small person. You’re not a scapegoat for anything, though, Rachael. You deserve to reap each and every bit of the ire you have sewn.
All that I was attempting to do was express my views as I learn who I am and grow up. People found it to be off-putting and obnoxious, but I am learning. My writing will improve. I will learn from other experiences. I am just expressing myself, where I am in this life, and where I will be going. I honestly didn’t even think that Thought Catalog would even accept my submission, as there are so many other articles about people losing their virginity and Top 23 Best Indie Movie Lists that people would rather read about. I have done a lot of questionable things throughout my life and I am sure that there are several people that could ruin me even more, but it wouldn’t make a difference. I was born ready to deal with being the most hated person on the internet. So please darlings, bring it.
Enjoy the attention while you are getting it because eventually you will fade from memory into the oblivion of insignificance. Oh, people will remember–and disdain–you. You’ll go back to being that mildly attractive junkie snob whose sole purpose in life is to act as a form of amusement for everyone around, too stupid to know that the world is laughing at her–too encompassed by delusions of grandeur to care that, when it is all said and done…when you take away the money, all that is left is a bitter shrew who would otherwise never be given the time of day. I suggest you go back to what you do best. The world will be much better with you locked away safely in your room.
So, Princess, consider it “brought.” Frankly, all I need to know about you is in your idiot book.