Oct 14
Jeff Kirby commented on
"Because You Think that Poor is Cool".
As a teenager I spent some time with these kids whose parents had a whole lot of money. They were friends of a friend from middle school whom I stayed in touch with after he enrolled in an expensive private high school and I went on to public. One of the guys we hung out with lived in a $4 million mansion on the Kirkland waterfront, complete with an extravagant bar and wine cellar and game rooms and spiral staircases and verandas, etc. Their lives were so lush and extravagant I wanted to spend as much time around them as I could, to try and share in their opulence. It was exhilarating, and addictive, experiencing such luxury as an impressionable teenager. I spent a few 4th of Julys with them, driving around in their fancy cars committing vandalism (this is what the rich kids loved doing most, vandalizing). They did whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, always in the nicest clothes, with the most expensive accessories. It didn't take much time for either side to realize that there was never going to be a real friendship between us. They tolerated me becasue we had a mutual friend, but we both knew that I was from a different caste. I was a working class kid who had summer jobs to get spending money. I bought my clothes at thrift stores (by choice). I drove an old dinged up Honda Civic. I went to hardcore shows and got all sweaty. I was never going to fit in with their rich kid aesthetic.
At the time I wished that they would have accepted me into their group - would have let me siphon more enjoyment from their riches - but as I got older I realized how shallow and vapid their lives actually were. It was all about appearance and status with them, and never about substance. They were actually pretty shitty dudes with a lot of problems, and their money wasn't going to make any of that better. Though it's speculation, and I haven't talked to those guys in a decade, I would bet anything that Vampire Weekend is one of their favorite bands. If it isn't now, it certainly would have been then. Rich kids fetishizing the status symbols of Ivy League educations and Cape Cod getaways; they talked about those things literally every time we hung out. Vampire Weekend is the soundtrack to the rich kid club that didn't want me, one I had to learn I didn't want either. As a food service working, dilapidated apartment renting twentysomething, I have no regrets that those rich kids didn't want to be my friend. I have no desire to have those people in my life. If I passed them on the street I probably wouldn't stop and chat. Likewise, I change the station when their band comes on the radio.
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