Some of this feels like deciding to have a chip on your shoulder and reading the least charitable interpretation into a statement. One could also read it as self-deprecating, like, “My kids just see me sit at a computer all day and it doesn’t look like work because that’s what they do, but physical work looks and feels like work.”JasonL wrote:I heard a guy I know - good dad, does big HVAC jobs with a crew he runs, several beers in - deliver a poignant and sincere version of the back row kids / trumpism cultural story tonight. It’s hard to convey because you kind of have to know the guy. I’ll shortcut by saying it’s one of those moments when you don’t have a doubt about duplicity or strategic positioning in the story. He was talking about how often he takes a big job or does one for friends and gets a version of “you’re great - my kid should spend some time with you to know what work is like” - and how he felt about that. “They think my life is a punishment for their kids, they all think that, but I don’t see my life that way. Fuck you with your good ol hard working Dave bullshit - your kids should hope to have my life.”
I’d never really heard this guy like this before, but he meant it. Later made the connection to how much he smells of that stuff out in the world, in the media, in the movies. Saw trump as the only guy that talked to him eye to eye.
There are things I’d pick at but it’s a reminder about some of the color within the trumpist camp.
Now maybe I’m sensitive to this sort of bullshit because while I live a front row life and all of my friends from college and grad school are front row kids, a lot of my closest friend back home are in back row jobs (telecom linesman, fruit delivery company owner operator, oil pipeline guy) and we just kinda hang out. I’m not ashamed to introduce them to my well-educated friends. If anything my biggest concerns is my college or grad school friends swapping embarrassing stories about me, not how the people I choose to be friends with reflects on me. We talk, we give each other shit, but we don’t really worry about the class stuff. But I also don’t hate myself for leaving my hometown behind and I don’t look down on them for what they decided to do. A lot of this crap is just resentment and self-hatred packaged in pop-psychology.