some of you have just enough money to be mean

I hate elitists. But I despise middle-class elitists the most.

And I say this as someone who’s not struggling (at least every day). Someone who enjoys the occasional overpriced drinks, who books the weekend stays, who has, by most standards, a pretty comfortable life. I’m not rich-rich. It's been an almost comfortable life for me. So, I know what it looks like when people forget the rest of the world exists. 

What frustrates me isn’t just the ultra-wealthy (though let’s be real—billionaires shouldn’t even exist). It’s the people who are like me. Those who live decent, stable lives but weaponize their little bit of comfort like it makes them better than everyone else. The ones who sneer at anything too loud, too messy, too real. As if owning a Dyson and drinking overpriced matcha means they’ve transcended the rest of us.

I’m not above it either. I check myself all the time. Because I’ve also had those moments where I judged before I reflected. Where I thought something was “icky” just because it didn’t fit my curated taste. But I’m trying. I want to try. Because the alternative is becoming the kind of person who builds their identity on exclusion.

And that’s not who I want to be.

There are bigger villains out there. Like, maybe direct your hate to the billionaires? The ones hoarding wealth while the rest of us debate if having earphones on in public is “tacky”? We are too busy punching sideways when the real problem is always up.