People who are very wealthy aren’t all bad. Money, in itself, doesn’t make you any more evil than anyone else. It certainly helps, but true evil relating to wealth usually has more to do with a massive inferiority complex than anything else.
Daddy tell you that you were only worth as much as your bank account? Become Charles Koch. Did those nasty girls in high school turn you down because you were a nasty little toad? Become a CEO, and rape whoever you want. Are you an upper-middle-class trust-fund baby, living on Daddy’s money and struggling desperately to climb the social ladder, live “Sex and the City,” and fit in with New York City billion-heiresses?
Well… AATTP’s own John Prager reported earlier on a certain Trust Fund Princess named Rachael Sacks who was just SO TIRED of poor people making her feel bad for having money. She’s tired of society even NOTICING the difference between the rich and the poor:
“What I’m saying is that it should not be made into a spectacle that there are differences in income.”
Yes, that’s exactly what somebody with a massive inferiority complex WOULD say. (By the way, money from your Daddy isn’t “income” in the conventional sense of the word.) Sad that it only applies one way, since Rachael, like all self-centered bitches, is quite proud of having “jealous haters,” as she said on her Facebook page.
But, unfortunately for Miss “Confessions of a Chronic Female Masturbator,” hate doesn’t always stem from jealousy, as she’d prefer to believe. Case in point this post (below the pic) at the bottom of her essay, which has to be the best condescending slapdown in the history of mankind. The author’s screen-name was a pseudonym, but we’ve contacted her so we can get her real name and credit her with it in a revision. (And yes, we’re assuming it’s a “her,” because…holy s**t…MEAN GIRLS)
(With a duckface like that, I’d be a chronic masturbator, too.)
So you’re not going to pretend you are poor to be accepted…but you will totally pretend to be a rich NYC girl to make yourself feel better about who you really are. And also to be accepted. In case it’s not apparent to you, you’re not from NYC. You were actually born and bred in some shitty, boring place in a state that no one cares about, which is why you moved here and want to be a NYC girl so bad. It’s funny because you look at fobs and laugh, but you don’t realize that to everyone who matters, you are a fob.
In your small, Maryland mind you may think you’re a city girl, but in reality you’re just a sad, little, Maryland hillbilly trying to emulate the girls who were born and raised here. You’ll never be a rich New York City girl. You’re just a middle-class, transplant loser; waddling around the city, looking for acceptance. Looking at you is kind of like looking at 5-year-old girl with Down’s syndrome who is wearing her mother’s high heels and make-up. We’re all looking at you and thinking, “Awww how cute, the ugly hillbilly thinks she’s like us.”
I also find it adorable that in your small Maryland mind, you think that you come from money. Maybe in Maryland you’re considered rich, but here you aren’t even close to real wealth. What’s even sadder for you is that because of the way you look and where you are from, you will never be able to marry into a wealthy family either. Your father’s humble beginnings and that bulbous, hound-like nose you’re rocking, are certain to keep you where you are.
But don’t worry, you’re not exactly doomed to a life of poverty because of this. I’m sure that after you graduate, write a few failed novels and mediocre blog posts, and your New York expiration date hits, you will most likely move back to your homeland and marry a bland and boring midget like your father and live out the rest of your existence in a home that is slightly above average for where you live. Just like most fobs and transplants.
Now, you may think that all of the attention you’re getting right now is a good thing, but you should realize that so many people and organizations who could have been potential friends, boyfriends, graduate schools and employers, will now shun and want nothing to do with you. You’ve ruined your rep and name before you were even able to make it into anything lol. It should be clear to you that you have f***ed yourself. This will be what you will be known for, for the rest of your life. You will be forever known as another dumb c**t that everyone made fun of on the internet. You’re up there with racist UCLA girl and that guy who got beat up on that bus by that old guy with the beard. And what’s even sadder is that you’re not even as famous or as novel as them.
You’re just another loser who everyone hates and will never want to associate with; and nothing you do will be able to change that. I’d say something about feeling bad for your little dwarf dad who has probably been hurt somehow by all of this, but I really don’t care lol.[/box]
P.S: If you’re thinking that reading this is kind of like watching the GOP tear itself apart, then you understand why this is on AATTP. Rachael is the duckfaced Ted Cruz of N.Y. socialites…desperately trying to fit in, but grandly deficit in the base qualities required, and ultimately standing as a failed insult to the very group she/he emulates.
While it’s not much easier to root for this poster than it is John McCain, you still have to appreciate the elder statesmanship of snobbery here. Well, some people probably don’t, but I’ve always kind of liked the evil ones. My perspective has always been that whatever you’re going to be, be good AT IT — even if you’re going to be an evil snob, at least be the BEST evil snob on Earth.
Own your role, or prepare to be owned…like our little Hick Princess, Rachael Sacks.