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[17 April] [James Bond] Confessions of an Elitist Snob
Title: Confessions of an Elitist Snob
Day/Theme: April 17th - Dollar diplomacy
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: G
Note: I got to thinking about Bond's sociopolitical views, and this is what happened. I'm sorry. Views expressed by the spy are not necessarily the views of the staff, management, advertisers, or owners. But they might be.
This whole "everyman" thing is getting out of hand. I blame the Americans.
It used to be shameful to be poor, now it's just the cue to look for a scapegoat. All right, so people shouldn't be crippled by shame - fine. They also shouldn't sit on their hands and whinge about how they have no money and how it's impossible to live on minimum wages. How would you know? I don't bloody see you working, that's for damn sure! I'm not exactly John Rockefeller, you know. I've struggled to make ends meet. I've even been sacked, as impossible as that sounds - I've been sacked in the middle of a job market lousy with employable men. It was bloody difficult, but I survived, and never once did I carve out the time to complain to someone else or try to find someone else to blame.
These days no-one knows what to make of me, an ex-Etonian, drummed out in shame, transferred to Fettes, then the military. University? Who has time? My accent makes me bourgeios, when I think I'd feel more at home in the slums. There used to be a certain nobility in poverty, you know. The downtrodden used to truly be downtrodden, caught in a veritable caste system and with their own plucky way of surviving. I'm not certain what happened since then. But I'm fairly sure it started in America.
Suddenly if you're poor it's everyone's fault but yours. And the middle class can do nothing but bend over backwards apologising for it. It's as if my very existence is an affront - I'm an elitist snob until proven innocent, all because I have a dependable salary that's enough to live on.
And the rich? They're obsessed with looking poor. I find myself the last remaining one of my peers who still spends a large chunk of his yearly income on a suit. All the other ridiculous posturing I could put up with; the shabby apparel I consider to be a personal affront.
Call me an elitist snob if you must, but I will give up my hand-tailored suits when you pry them from my cold, dead fingers.
Day/Theme: April 17th - Dollar diplomacy
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: G
Note: I got to thinking about Bond's sociopolitical views, and this is what happened. I'm sorry. Views expressed by the spy are not necessarily the views of the staff, management, advertisers, or owners. But they might be.
This whole "everyman" thing is getting out of hand. I blame the Americans.
It used to be shameful to be poor, now it's just the cue to look for a scapegoat. All right, so people shouldn't be crippled by shame - fine. They also shouldn't sit on their hands and whinge about how they have no money and how it's impossible to live on minimum wages. How would you know? I don't bloody see you working, that's for damn sure! I'm not exactly John Rockefeller, you know. I've struggled to make ends meet. I've even been sacked, as impossible as that sounds - I've been sacked in the middle of a job market lousy with employable men. It was bloody difficult, but I survived, and never once did I carve out the time to complain to someone else or try to find someone else to blame.
These days no-one knows what to make of me, an ex-Etonian, drummed out in shame, transferred to Fettes, then the military. University? Who has time? My accent makes me bourgeios, when I think I'd feel more at home in the slums. There used to be a certain nobility in poverty, you know. The downtrodden used to truly be downtrodden, caught in a veritable caste system and with their own plucky way of surviving. I'm not certain what happened since then. But I'm fairly sure it started in America.
Suddenly if you're poor it's everyone's fault but yours. And the middle class can do nothing but bend over backwards apologising for it. It's as if my very existence is an affront - I'm an elitist snob until proven innocent, all because I have a dependable salary that's enough to live on.
And the rich? They're obsessed with looking poor. I find myself the last remaining one of my peers who still spends a large chunk of his yearly income on a suit. All the other ridiculous posturing I could put up with; the shabby apparel I consider to be a personal affront.
Call me an elitist snob if you must, but I will give up my hand-tailored suits when you pry them from my cold, dead fingers.