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Class is funny because it embraces several ways of defining itself. From the point of view of a genuine aristocrat, for example, there are really only two class - aristocrats and everyone else. 'Middle class' is just a way of separating the poor lower class from the rich lower class.
To the middle class kids I was at school with, accent defined everything. They wanted to sound 'street', so they dropped the 'h' and spoke a mixture of Arsenal football, Camden barrowseller, and Brixton bouncer. To the kids of lawyers and doctors, my voice made me 'posh'. That and some moderately notorious relatives, I suppose.
My family in Cornwall are middle class, but they function almost like a feudal squire would have: anyone they employ long term can expect to be taken care of in the event of illness, to have help trying to get their kids to university, and will in turn be loyal, discreet, and put up with the fact that we are all clearly insane. Loyalty bound up with land and responsibility.
What am I? I'm a middle class man - though that ties into the discussion of labels in another thread, doesn't it? - in that I'm educated and well-off, and I work in an informational industry rather than with my hands. On the other hand, I sell my product rather than my time, and I work creatively. Does that make me a proletarian? |
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