No I said I grew up in Liverpool and Ireland. My dad had a place in Ireland, my mum and dad bought a small terraced house together in Liverpool. We lived in Liverpool in term time and went to school there for a few years, in the holidays we stayed in our house in Ireland. That swapped over when I was around 11 due to my dad's work, so I got, I think, the best of both worlds.
For some of my childhood I had an entire beach and acres of land to myself. For some of it I lived in the heart of an amazing city.
I decided to stay in Liverpool because as an adult I prefer the privacy and convenience of city living.
I stand to inherit a significant amount (two houses a farm and some land) and have never gone without, and have never lived anywhere rented.
My English protestant mother grew up poor. My Irish Catholic father did not.
I grew up somewhere in between as my dad moved to Liverpool to be with my mother and while he had a leg up in life, she most certainly did not.
Certainly no nannies, castles or silverware on her side. More like everyone in one room in the evening to save electricity on lightbulbs, bedsits and working from the age of 13 (didn't go to uni until after marrying my dad as my granny couldn't afford for her to not be working and the idea of someone as "common" as her going to university was laughable, despite the fact that she's actually pretty bloody clever and managed to get a 1st and a masters while I was a toddler)
And while I'm not a practicing Catholic I was raised Catholic and sure as shit know my rosary. (I am staunchly atheist as I think, personally, organised religion and the Catholic Church in particular has an awful lot to answer for), I have first hand experience of being both Catholic and privileged.
My cousin, incidentally, had a somewhat similar experience, except she had a nanny instead of a sahm, and my aunt stayed in Ireland so no city life for my cousin until my grandad bought her a house in Waterford.
He bought our current house for us outright too so no mortgage, myself and dp are both under 35.
He didn't believe that was a good idea for his own children, so they all bought their own, but as he became a great grandfather, saw fit to buy houses for his two grandaughters. They are both lovely houses with large gardens with mature trees, close to good schools etc and would be very much out of reach without his help.
Pretty sure that's the definition of privilege.
I'm very fucking lucky.
But "there are no affluent Catholics"?
No, sorry.
Bullshit.