Yeah, still elitist, but with a heavy dose of hippy mixed in with the preppy.

I had a couple of students who went to Cate. And Robert Louis Stevenson, and at least two who went to Thacher where each student gets a horse.

Facebook helps people find msbelle. It helps my former students find me. When I first started teaching in LA, I had a class of 70 for 2 years. They were in a special program blah blah blah. They graduated high school this year; 23 of them were accepted to USC on a full ride. They are all friending me on facebook and updating me on their whereabouts. It's really odd and sweet.

And the article! Ruby Payne! She spoke at a conference and lots of the folks at that first LA school I was at were pushing her book. I remember thinking it was both pat and also interesting to have something acknowledged that teachers knew to be true. Different norms in different social classes.

Definitely an interesting class discussion.

For me, boarding schools mean something completely different. As I was growing up, there was still a lot of controversy over the BIA boarding schools and the (almost entirely deleterious) effect that those had had on the Alaskan Native population.

I did read about prep schools and the like in various books, but those seemed so far removed from "real life. I didn't know anyone who went off to school until college. Although, if it had ever been presented as an option, I think would have jumped at the chance to go to a performing arts boarding school - maybe.

I ran headlong into some class issues this weekend, or, well, financial distinction issues.

Once a year I cook for a weekend of up to 40 people doing maintenance on a lodge in the mountains, and we all chip in to cover the cost of the food.

This weekend I was teamed up with this other woman, and despite being provided the amount we had for the budget and working out a shopping list with her in advance, when she went to buy the food, she spent more than twice the allotted budget--at Whole Foods. (!!!) She didn't ask if we had any of the supplies already (we did), although (to be fair) she didn't ask to be compensated for what she spent over the budget. She chose to prepare a number of dishes which were very labor-intensive and required lots and lots of ingredients, while I'd argued for something a bit less ambitious.

We ended up wasting a lot of food or not using what she'd bought, because she bought too much or prepared too much.

She was very nice. And yet I found myself stewing because I usually get a lot of props for cooking fun meals for a copy of dozen people without blowing a wad of cash.

I don't know how much of my resentment is just jealousness that I didn't get the strokes I usually do; or annoyance that she thought it was important to throw so much money at the issue. As it was, an enormous amount of food got wasted, and/or left there when we left this afternoon. What we had was very good. But still!

And yet, very nice person. Just seemed kind of oblivious to the fact that the community as a whole isn't really gourmet or upper class in any meaningful way. Perhaps I'm overreading it all.

Just seemed kind of oblivious to the fact that the community as a whole isn't really gourmet or upper class in any meaningful way. Perhaps I'm overreading it all.

No, I don't think you are. In my experience, food is a HUGE class issue.

Yeah, it is. I just didn't expect my emotional reaction to the situation to be so strong. Took me back a bit.

BTW, good luck tomorrow! Or is it Tuesday?

I neglected to say: Allyson, you owe them nothing. Shake the dust off your feet and find something where they appreciate your general awesomeness. Tim is totally right.

Cheerios:

My family straddles between working class and middle class. Historically, food was very basic, not spiced, and not expensive to purchase or labor-intensive. The only time people spent hours and hours in prep time were the holidays or special occasions. There was no presentation, but there was quantity.

Whenever my family comes to visit me in Chicago, I have to remember that and take them to the appropriate restaurants. Places that aren't too fancy or expensive, or have what they would consider "weird food" on the menu, or anyplace where I'd have to translate the menu for them.

BTW, good luck tomorrow! Or is it Tuesday?

Thanks! It is Monday mid-morning, which means I need to go to bed ASAP.

It is Monday mid-morning, which means I need to go to bed ASAP.

shrift, in case you didn't go to sleep yet (and, um, even if you already did) - good luck!

[Edit: I wish I had time now to elaborate on the whole food-and-class issue, because it's so interesting and varied and can run so deep. Oh, well. Conversations in Natter tend to repeat themselves after some cycle, right? Some other time, then.]

Dig back a few generations on either side of my family and you hit small time farmers. But Dad joined the navy for WWII and did the whole GI Bill college thing (huge class buster). Then he went to Germany to teach army brats for the occupation and wandered all over Europe. Got his palate way expanded from Turkey to Italy to Spain all the way up to Finland. Mom got scholarships and work-study to become the first woman in her family to go to college and then went to work in mission schools in South and Central America, wandering all around during her vacations.

Then they came back to MI, met, married, moved to a small, remote town, and raised a family.

I grew up assuming everyone ate paella and lasagna and Finnish rye with chili. It was so odd to see my sister's friends come to dinner an poke at their food with a, "What the hell is this?" look on their faces.

Anyway, service—to country or church—was both broadening and class-busting for them. I think it was for a number of people in their generation, especially the WWII GIs.