Me, Privileged?

I really hate blog memes, well alright, hate may be a bit strong, I’m not crazy about them. I did see today on OG’s blog this status meme where given a list of things, the number you can say you experienced growing up is supposed to be some indicator of your status growing up. Well this intrigued me because it was said not too long ago by some christian that I was some privileged guy. Well I certainly disagree with that but hey, let’s look and see if he was right. The items in bold are things true about my growing up. Some I felt needed explanations and weren’t mere yes or no questions:

Father went to college

Father finished college

Mother went to college

Mother finished college

Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor

Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers

Had more than 50 books in your childhood home

Had more than 500 books in your childhood home

Were read children’s books by a parent

Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18 – some guitar lessons which were wasted on me

Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18

The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively

Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18

Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs

Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs – grandmother left money, plus because my family didn’t have a home, we couldn’t get any aid. I did work in college as both a teacher’s assistant and writing assistant and worked jobs during summer vacation.

Went to a private high school

Went to summer camp

Had a private tutor before you turned 18

Family vacations involved staying at hotels – NEVER had a family vacation

Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 – My mother made my clothes when I was young, but then couldn’t make clothes fast enough to keep up with my growing and by 14, where the fuck are you going to find used size 14 shoes or 38″ length pants?

Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them – but it was an 11 year old used car

There was original art in your house when you were a child – everything I made

Had a phone in your room before you turned 18 – but not my own number. This was still back before cordless was commonplace

You and your family lived in a single family house

Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home

Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course

Had your own TV in your room in High School – That I bought with my paper route money and later became the living room tv when the family tv broke.

Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College

Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16

Went on a cruise with your family

Went on more than one cruise with your family

Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up

You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family

So what do you think? Was I a privileged little bastard or what?

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8 Responses to “Me, Privileged?”

  1. You hung out with Richy Rich, didn’t you? Yeah… me too.

  2. If that picture were of me, I probably would have been about 3. Sadly, I think those duds are better than the awful clothes my mom made. Apparently the only colors in the 70s were orange, brown and orange brown plaid. Blech!

  3. I find a lot of the questions suspect and maybe out-dated (or even dated to today instead of 30 or 40 years ago).

    Nah, I don’t think you were privileged. Why didn’t you ever go on a vacation?

  4. We didn’t have any money to go anywhere

  5. Apparently the only colors in the 70s were orange, brown and orange brown plaid.

    Those colors were marketed as “earth tones” and you’re right, for a couple of years everything came in those colors. When we were first married, the deacon and I had a shag carpet with orange, brown and white – sploshes is probably the most appropriate term. I bet that image makes your graphic artist’s head ache. :)

  6. Don’t worry about it, Philly. You’s a blue collar brawler all the way, man. As for the duds… yeah, the 70s were rough, especially if you were too young to pick out your own clothes.

  7. All I can imagine is that the 70s were one big hangover from the 60s. The design tastes were largely inexcusable.

    I was just happy to have real jeans when I was a kid, but it took years afterwards until I figured out what kids meant when they pointed down and asked me “where’s the flood?”.

  8. “All I can imagine is that the 70s were one big hangover from the 60s.”

    There’s probably a lot of truth in that. The 60s were full of blinding colors and funky patterns. You didn’t need to smoke anything to start feeling lightheaded; you could get a buzz just by walking by a group of more than five teenagers and trying to figure out whether their clothes matched.

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