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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Au contraire, my churlish friend. You whine about the effete, but you are really just envious of the manners of the well-bred. You complain about yuppies, yet aspire yourself to be a well off urban professional. And you rail against snobbery, but since when is having discriminating taste a crime? I would also take issue with your equating the newly-monied trash that Sebastian describes with what you call effete East Coast yuppie snobs, but my main point here is that your hatred (or more accurately, your condoning of the hatred of others) is misplaced here. Do not hate that which you desire but cannot achieve.
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What are you if you don't want to be an urban professional, but you are? I don't know how the hell I got here, or why I'm here. I just kept doing things which people told me would pay for my increasing bar tabs and expensive taste in food and good clothes. I don't really want any career. Hell, I'd rather be remembered for having written one good song than a whole liftime of professional achievement in any of the usual fields. I don't want anything actually but to have a good time and stay healthy. I'm only living a yuppy lifestyle because women want to live that way, and I love my wife. I like nice cars, but I prefer not to drive at all. I don't want to go to little league practice with kids or paint the garage. Hell, I'd live in a condo for the rest of my days if I had my way. What the hell is a yuppy who isn't a yuppy? I feel every day like I'm living Pete
Townsend's "Substitute."* I guess I'm the everyman.
* This in no way alludes to any desire to fuck Roger Daltrey, sing Rough Boys or indulge kiddie porn.
