I imagine other localities other than RVA have ongoing classist jibber jabber between varying neighborhoods or sections of Suburbia as to which is superior. It tends to follow the rule that the more homogeneous and boring an area is the more vehemently the lemmings that live there strive to label themselves and identify with that area. I understand that your vanilla, mediocre, and bland lives and neighborhoods leave you grasping for an identity to boost your self-esteem and perceived social standing within you peer group. For many years the influx of white-collar “carpetbaggers” tried to convince the populous that the West-End” was the best-end, and many a Cavalier, Hookie, or Spider fell in line with the ongoing propaganda and took root. But as you know when to many sheepeople follow the exclusivity is lost and soon this “followers” were claiming the “Near West end”, “The West end”, “ The Far west end”, of the “ Far Far west end”. Soon anyone west of Ellwood, North of the river, and South of Amelia were claiming the west end. So the self proclaimed “West-end” elite are doing what comes naturally to them, re-branding”. Now they no longer live in the west end, but the live in Short Pump. They tout their close proximity to all things franchised and superficial., and as always with the class-tards they operate on a modus aprendi of exclusion, being that they define themselves by who they can exclude from their area and revel in their caste system as if their good- fortune was bestowed on them by virtue of divine selection, and not by privileged opportunism. I am sure that there is a percentage that achieved their station in life via hard work and sacrifice, but I am even more sure that many of the ”Shorties” have never put in an honest days hard labor. There is a much larger percentage of the population that gets up everyday to go and grinds out every little necessity for their family, and these are the people that can be proud of what they have made out of there life. So when hard times hit and your trust funds collapse, or Mommy and Daddy can’t send the checks and they forclose on your overpriced particle board Mc Mansion and repo your luxury car, we keep on grinding. We have always paid our way and lived below our means because we don’t have somebody waiting to pick us up, wipe our tears away, kiss our boo-boos, and solve our problems. Toughen up cream-puffs because life is knocking and sooner or later you are going to have to answer for yourselves.
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