oopsu812 wrote:Yeah, not sure how one "earns the right to be an asshole".
"im 22 year old from a broken home who grew up on the streets...
i tend to get defensive when privileged people try to talk down to me....they should just be glad im not slamming them on there heads" -uhwrestler
The whole thread was embarrassing because it started with him shitting on how south asians pride themselves, when he is south asian ..
I grew up on the mean streets of an upper-class area in New Jersey. My friends would make fun of me because my mom would pick me up in her American made SUV rather than a superior German made child wagon. They also laughed at how my father owned a successful contracting business rather than more 'dignified' professional services work. I always loathed my father for his career choices. It was impossible, and I couldn't wait to attend college. Unfortunately, my hopes were misplaced. I enrolled at an Ivy League university, and the teasing became worse than before. Not only did the other kids make fun of my family but the wealthy Long Islanders laughed at me for being from New Jersey, and, in turn, the wealthier Connecticuters made fun of us both. Flash forward to graduation. I begin my job at Deutsche Bank. On the dating scene, I get my heart broken for a new source of ridicule that would become all too familiar - my job. For example, I was on a date with this amazing girl, and we were getting along great until we discussed our jobs. The moment that I was halfway through saying "Deutsche" she slapped my face, threw her glass of wine at me, and stormed off with her Goldman Sachs fleece yelling, "I only date people who work at top tier investment banks!" I knew I needed a change, as it was the fourth time I heard that during a date this month. I decided to enroll in a T14 law school in Washington, DC. While we were always ridiculed and insulted by T10 schools, it all got much worse in early 2017 when the USNRW new rankings were released. I no longer was attending a top school; we were out. My life continued its downward trajectory. I graduated top of my class and managed to swing a job at Skadden, Arps, Slate, Meager & Flom LLP and moved back to the city that had previously spurned me, New York. I returned to the dating scene strong with the swagger of a V5 law firm at my back. I had a handful of dates with law school girls that either wouldn't date below the T3, T6, T10, or, perhaps the only one that bothered me, T13. I also felt a little annoyed when a girl stated that she wouldn't date outside of the reputable New York firms - Cravath or WLRK. What angered me the most was a new type of insidious discrimination, that against corporate attorneys. We were no longer considered interesting, compelling, or attractive dating partners. Instead of being insulted for my inferior credentials, I was now accosted for my life decisions that did not lead me to become a programmer. I continually despise myself and punish myself in my head for not learning to code or developing an app idea I had several years ago. Not only did it hurt my dating life, but someone got rich off my idea, SnapJunk. It's exactly like SnapChat but cuts through the BS and labels it for what it is, an app that encourages you to send photos of your junk to strangers. Remy Jones made billions off the idea. I wish my life was less complicated; I wish I grew up without water or electricity or enough food on the table. Woe is me. I am a cautionary tale of the upper non-elite class in America.