I don't necessarily have contempt for poor people, but I really dislike proles. I have tried to tone it back a little because it offends too many people on the board. I actually kind of dislike upper middle class soccer moms, too. Last night, when I was riding the train home (Metra, not CTA) there were these two gals talking about some kid named Zander. Worst part was I forgot my headphones and had to listen to the whole conversation because they were right behind me and there weren't any other good open seats. "Oh, Zander's off at camp in Wisconsin and we are going to visit him this weekend for the Fourth. I'm just dying to know if the camp is really adhering to the organic, no high fructose corn syrup diet they promised in their brochure." "Zander is becoming quite the proficient piano player, his fingering is just amazing." "Zander Zander Zander."
Back in my day, had someone named Zander showed up at school, he'd have been stuffed into a helluva lot of lockers unless he was about 6'4" and 300 pounds. This country is just going to h e double hockeysticks in a handbasket. Ugh.