@GrolliffetheDragon
Growing up in a poorish area, near to genuinely deprived areas, and where people had extended family living very close by, as in within a street or two, there was a very insular attitude. School didn't help, as in secondary school, certainly by the start of GCSEs, the majority of children from the poorer area seemed to be written off as just going to end up working in the local factory or supermarket - perhaps the girls could do childcare or a beauty course at the local college - so why bother.
You could tell where someone lived by whether they did A Levels or either left at 16 or did a vocational qualification.
And of course the children themselves were quick to bring anyone down who showed any aspiration.
I very much found this. I was bussed into my awful sink-secondary from a more affluent village three miles away. Nearly all of us bus kids stayed on for A levels, even with retakes for GCSEs for some of them, and most went on to university. Few of the kids who walked in did, even though there were hundreds, and many got the GCSEs to. They just didn’t. And it wasn’t the school - we all went to the same one. We just had different family norms. I was not at all wealthy, or even middle class. Just 3 bed detached and living on semi-skilled wages instead of mid terrace and minimum wages. The difference is objectively not that much in terms of income, but huge in terms of disposable income and prospects. It was a bit of a culture shock, although I couldn’t have put it into words at the time. I barely can now. It was so noticeable that a whole swathe of kids just disappeared between GCSEs and A level. No one knew them outside of school or heard from them, just gone off our radar.
I still consider myself a similar ‘class’ to my parents, even though I have some things they didn’t (pre-pandemic HCP job and degree, 4 bed detached not 3, european holidays not UK) but not THAT different. I’m higher in the band, but still in the same band iyswim.
I’ve been thinking lately about DD and how it’s beneficial for her to have friends from different backgrounds, and how it would be beneficial for me to have friends from different backgrounds. We’re (very, at the moment) cash poor, but have assets so I’d like people to discuss investing with (largely so I’m not so bloody cash poor!) and I don’t know anyone I would feel comfortable discussing six figure investments with. It’s simply tone deaf to mention it to people who are struggling to get to the end of the month, even if you are also struggling. I do know lots of people with less income than me, and lots with more a bit more income (but not dissimilar to my usual income. Covid has been shit for me!), but none with more or even similar assets. And I think it’s a really good thing to mix with people from a range of backgrounds, but there do seem to be some invisible barriers. It’s easy to meet people more or less like me, or people less well off. It seems a bit harder to meet people better off, (possibly because there are fewer of them, or maybe I live in the wrong sort of area and have the wrong hobbies!?) And if I can’t grasp how to get out of my groove socially, how can kids with limited life experience grasp that professions, education and experiences they aren’t seeing in their daily lives are actually attainable for them? If you never knew anyone that went to university, how would you conceive that it was something you could possibly do yourself, even if you knew about it logically? It must seem in the same category as ‘pop star’. You know they exist, and a very lucky very few bands make it but you could never be one.
Also, I’m slightly uncomfortable with this. It feels a bit Hyacinth Bucket, to want to meet wealthier people. And that’s an issue too, isn’t it? Being upwardly mobile is openly mocked, and seen as a looking down on your roots. It’s snobby! I feel really unhappy with putting out there that I want to meet wealthier people, even though it’s because I want to (sometimes) be around people who have similar problems and opportunities to me, and talk about ideas and solutions, without risking offending them, which is a sensible reason to seek out a peer group, and who wouldn’t?
I do recognise there are worse problems to have, and I’m very privileged. And by not wanting to act like a dick, I’m contributing to widening that divide. But I still don’t want to be the wanker that humble brags, AND I still have issues, that I’d like to be able to mull over with people who might have good ideas and insights.