So apparently you have to have hustled really hard to get respect in this town. You have to have been raised on an estate and lost people through drugs or gang violence? Otherwise your rags to riches story isn’t worthy. And some guys consider not having struggled a sin again cool.
This happens a lot if you grew up outside of London. My tales of kicking it outside McDonalds in the home counties just don’t hold tight with tales of violence gone wrong. OK, I hung out outside a McDonalds once until my mum spotted me and made me go home because she said it looked cheap. Even those tales just don’t have the same climatic ending as losing friends in beefs over a girl or a patch. Not a nicotine patch my precious. Yes I was confused too.
And yet I thought I was real enough. I suffer the same torture that is the hair salon as anyone else. I support Nandos as a dating option. I’ve even been known to KFC. I can hang!
But more recently I’ve noticed that this reverse snobbery is getting worse. The other day a guy made a comment about me never being able to survive in the real world. Huh? Is West London not the real world? Apparently he based this on a hand wash in my bathroom. It was Avocado and Jojoba. I bought it because it was green and I like Avocado. I still haven’t figured out what Jojoba is but that’s a whole different blog. It was from Waitrose but seriously must I mission on a bus to get to a Lidl to show that I’m keeping it real? And what’s keeping it real about Lidl? I’m not one to inconvenience myself for the ‘right’ kind of carrier bags.
I was not impressed. But then I realised that I couldn’t ever to be with someone who judges me negatively on the way I spend my money or where I grew up. Can you imagine if a man put me on a Haribos budget? Eh eh, then you would know. These are things that make us all unique. Instead I think they hope they can shame you into changing. No my precious this chick is all about the M&S food treats no matter where the basic shop is done. And why change? There’s only 18 months left of the recession then we’re all ok!
In turn I don’t really look favourably on those who dress younger and pretend that they are still hustling. You’re an old IT consultant dressing like your kids in order not to look like you’ve sold out? Yes that sounds healthy. Maybe I should start dressing more like the kids.
That said I do react badly if I notice one ply toilet paper or certain foods aren’t Heinz. Ketchup and Baked Beans aren’t meant to be anything but Heinz, come on! Or if I’m expected to enjoy going to Brixton. I don’t, I just find it sad. Ok, I have some things I could work on but seriously don’t judge me on not struggling. Instead judge me on what I am now. A woman with avocado candles and colour themes in her bathroom.
© Chelsea Black