Class is an aura of confidence that is being sure without being cocky. Class has nothing to do with money. Class never runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It’s the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life.
If your friends don’t support you, then divorce them. Get married to your dreams. Ten years from today, what they said about you will not matter. What you did with your time ultimately will.
Never wrestle with pigs for the pigs remain clueless and you end up muddy.
Well, that was the clerk class for you. They might be completely without culture, but they certainly knew how to make themselves comfortable.
Poor people have poor options. Chavez found the Army almost by accident, and had found it a true open of security and opportunity and fellowship and respect.
The radical implication of the expansion of higher education has been disguised by a myth which dubs all educated working class people as middle class. By definition working class people are not intelligent, so if you’ve got a degree you must be middle class. This nonsense is reinforced by the fact that acedemic traditions are laden with class assumptions and are presented in upper class styles even in the Polytechnics.
Life will throw you curve balls, learn how to read the pitch.
The aristocrats had to force them to do their jobs. After all, human beings are not badgers. We aren’t molded to stoop.
It is typical for implicit status hierarchies of influence and esteem to emerge in interpersonal encounters, especially those that are goal oriented.
SQUATS, Clementine! And don’t stop until class is over. You legs look like they’d snap under the weight of a sack of flour. How do you walk around on those things?”
“I don’t know, Professor. One foot in front of the other, I guess.