Spoilt BratsMr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
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chthonic, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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Another vote for your point of viewI went to (Grammar) school in Surrey (Wallington CGS) and I've spent my adult hood in Manchester, Huddersfield and Leeds too. I can echo a lot of your experience - coming from somewhere other than where you happen to be at that precise moment, enjoying decent food and having a few minimum standards of behavior just mark you out as "Posh". Once you're labeled as such, there's no going back.
Snobbery is Snobbery - it's despicable whoever does it.
(, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 22:59, 1 reply)
Oh, not far from me...I was at a place the other side of croydon (don't particularly want to name it here, though)...
I agree that our friends above the Watford Gap lablled me as "posh", but I don't care - I don't label them as flat-cap-wearing, whippet-owning, pigeon-fancying, colliery-band-loving, inbred yokels because I don't believe in crass generalisations and I am secure enough in my own identity not to worry about conforming to anyone's stereotype. They, for whatever reason, feel the need to label myself and those like me without taking the time to get to know me. I feel sorry for them...
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