Chintz vs. Shag said I could probably get ringside seats to the WWF. I don't know if that makes me high-class or not.

No, Jess, it just knows you know me.

[I was just heavily tempted to use a winky emoticon, but I refrained. I hope you're all proud of me.]

No, Jess, it just knows you know me.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, of course. Which means I must be very high class, what with you being from Connecticut and all.

I have a mix of Nouveau Riche and "downmarket" tastes, according to Chintz vs Shag.

My problem with Chintz vs. Shag was that the only option for books was "bestsellers". I do NOT want to line my shelves with bestsellers, KTHXBYE. So I picked something else.

Of course, in taking that quiz, I was also thinking about my own life and budget and reality, in which I might like to have an original painting on my wall, but the only reason I do is that the painter used to be our neighbor (and is professionally a French teacher). And, like, a huge-o projection television? In my tiny apartment? Ha! I need 5 tiny TVs, not one big one.

Anyone have a link? (Did I ask this already? I think it got eaten.)

Oh, also that brings up a point, speaking of class. When people hear that DH works in television we tend to get major staus points...right up until they learn that he works primarily for wrestling. Never mind that they are the best paying and most reliable sports gig for a freelancer. When he does the VMA's or the Grammy's, people get all oooo...even though what he does on those shows is nowhere near as complex or impressive as what he does every week with the WWE. I mean, aside from normal weekly contributions, the guy literally designs the entire damn Wrestlemania show--sets, lights, pyro, screens--which is a feat that would win him an award for another gig. For this one? He gets, "Oh, you work for wrestling. Isn't that nice.. pet pet."

ETA: Brenda, link is here [link]

I don't think I would consider my social awareness growing up as class consciousness. There were certainly families that I wanted to avoid because they were tragically tacky/mean/dumb/off-putting, but those distinctions crossed income lines. I think my inner snob developed early and along its own guidelines of what to value.

Dude, I was just looking for an excuse to pet pet...

Whenever I'm out of work and disgruntled about being asked what I do, I usually reply brightly, "I'm unemployed! Thanks for asking."

Aaaaaaaand, I just realized that I took the wrong quiz. I took "Identify This." No wonder my results didn't make any sense!

If I say what I actually DO every day and get a paycheck for, "I'm business manager in a small business." I think it makes me sound like an office person, which I feel I am not. But I fear that's just my horrible inner boho snob talking.