Class
Class
Monday, 16 August 2004
I used to think it was just the working class I didn’t like but I really dislike all the social classes. Workers I disliked for their lustful and deficiency relationship with money and for the fact that most of them were just as capitalist as the business people they professed to hate. Middle society I was contemptuous of for its snobbery and the aristocracy for its aloof eccentricity and cleaving to tradition.
But in particular I simply dislike people who define themselves and are defined by their class. This applies to many, probably the majority. Their values, outlook, aspirations, style, beliefs, manners of speaking and ways of life in general are uniform to the class. They tend to lack the individuality and self-determination to lift themselves out of the given stereotype. In a slavish way they correspond to it exactly as demanded. It is this that I don’t like whatever the background.
I’ve said already that I much prefer exceptionals, those who transcend their circumstance and what’s been dealt them in order to cultivate genuine individuality. These are the types I do like. They are rare indeed.
