But that's just nonsense LaQueen. That's not what you posted about. You barely made any comment on how you're (sic) perceived Po felt. It was all about what they had, or more accurately didn't have.
*I think you're classic Po was perhaps quite clever at school, but they were never popular...they never had any sparkle...they never had any glitter...and, that's why they had to settle for a bland DH...and they sit on a sofa that looked fancy in the shop, but now they realise is just cheap tat...and they live in a bland house that is one bedroom smaller than they'd like...and is 2.5 miles away from the naice part of town...and their DCs are at a mediocre school, struggling to hit average targets...and their part time job is dull and admin based...and somehow, they never get invited to anything fun...in fact they rarely get any invites, at all...and this is precisely because they are no fun...and they have no glitter...and they have no sparkle...and the tragedy is they know it...and they know their lives are always going to be like this.
And. It. Makes. Them. As. Bitter. As. Hell.
The Po always do their weekly food shop on a Saturday morning, probably at Morrisons (but they do also use Aldi/Lidl nowadays because their DH will never rise any higher in his job, and his salary has stagnated at £23K a year for the last 8 years)...they park their dark green, 7 year old Citroen Picasso in the car park...and they walk round Morrisons, barely speaking, because DH doesn't want to be there, but daren't refuse The Po... The Po knows DH doesn't want to be there, but neither does she, and why should he enjoy himself... The Po chooses a pink jersey top with a few sequins on the collar...she knows it looks cheap, and it's wont be flattering, but she's heard that a work collegue is having a BBQ that afternoon, and she's hoping they might get a text inviting them over...they go home...DH slouches on the wannabe fancy sofa...the DCs fight... The Po tries on her new top, realises it looks shit...she checks her phone, no invite...checks phone later...no invite... The Po makes tea, and argues with DH for not helping...she checks phone one last time, no invite... The Po starts to grind her teeth, and logs onto MN...*
All of that, ALL OF IT, is a sneer about material wealth, salary, house size, sofa type (?), clothes, area and then a swipe at bland husbands and mediocre kids.
It was cunty and you shoudl take ownership of that. Don't try and dress it up as something it's not.