I was bought an expensive dress from a store that has couches in the changing rooms.

I’ve tasted the sweet ambrosia of wealth and I want more like a hungry vampire.

It has become clear to me that by seeing how the other half live that I can no longer tolerate my “tankie” existence and I shall henceforth be pulling myself up by my thigh highs and becoming rich.

My plan includes:

  • voting (hard)
  • virtue signalling to the upper political class
  • Smith (I’m not sure who he is but I’ve heard he has all the answers)
  • turning a blind eye to the systemic problems in our system because I benefit from it
  • reading the economist

Don’t worry I won’t forget you guys while I dine at gastro pubs and judge the proles for sharing the same air I breath.

I’ll even mention you when I’m rubbing elbows with the elites in a few months 🥰

Now begins my upper class crumpet life.

  • zifnab25 [he/him, any]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    1 year ago

    I was bought an expensive dress from a store that has couches in the changing rooms.

    I grew up in the 80s and every department store was like that. JC Penny’s used to be like that. Mervyn’s used to be like that. Fucking Ross used to be like that.

    I went into a Ross recently and there was literally just a small mountain of stuff piled at the center of the store that a handful of people were picking through like it feral dogs in a junkyard. The entire store was staffed by a single woman basically asleep at the cash register.

    This is it, folks. You may not like it, but this is what Peak Capitalism looks like. This is where we’re all headed.