I Gained Class Consciousness By Hanging Out With Rich Pricks Who I Hate

The upper crust doesn’t run on wealth alone. It runs on exclusivity.

My hometown was all farms and outlet malls - where wearing Lululemon meant you’d made it, and buying full-priced Kellogg's was considered indulgent. I was raised practically. We clipped coupons and shopped clearance racks.

So naturally, when I arrived in LA, I moved into the cheapest apartment I could find in the 90064: a studio apartment so small I could take a shit and make scrambled eggs at the same time.

And I was in love with it.

Then I met Mr. Trust Fund… A boy whose idea of budgeting was calling some wealth management bro in New York to ask him to wire $6,000 from the family trust. He existed in a completely different reality- one where $800 sushi nights didn’t warrant a mention and OffWhite sneakers were worn on hikes.