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Something on my FB feed just irked me. Literally minutes ago.

I can't say that it hasn't bothered me in the past and I chose to ignore but once in a while I would challenge people and I would get this blank stare from them like they were surprised I actually recognized their classification of people.

For years I was involved in hockey and other sports for my kids. Coaching, volunteering etc etc. Hockey isn't a cheap sport and a lot of times, it's mostly upper middle class and above household incomes that can actually afford/participate. There was a time I was middle class and could barely afford this, but I did because my kids wanted it and when I was a kid, we couldn't afford it so I helped out with getting a paper route to help my parents pay for registration and equipment.

Most of the parents of the teams I coached on, lived in exclusive neighborhoods. Had very high paying occupations. Most of the moms didn't work or had part time jobs to occupy their time. I would listen in to their conversations about each other visiting their respective homes, dinner parties, dining out, drinks on the patio, pool parties etc etc. I was the coach of their children; where was my invite...? "Oh hey, I don't remember getting that invitation to the bbq...." Here comes the blank stare.

I didn't have a fancy home. I didn't have a luxury automobile. My divorce left me penniless. I had to reach out to the Canadian Tire fund for sports at one time for my son to play one year. But I made due and I was more than happy to volunteer my time and help with the team and teams I was involved in for my kids. At one time, I was coaching three hockey teams. A lot of the kids told me that I was the best coach they've ever had, not just because of what I taught them on the ice but because I understood them and listened and was a friend to them. Some of the parents would tell me "Your name was brought up in conversation at the dinner table last night". My son told me that all of his friends thought I was the best dad anyone could have hahaha. I asked him if he thought the same...lol.

So when I would hear about all of the gatherings, I would contemplate in silence until I saw fit to make them feel uncomfortable. You trust me with the safety of your children. I would never hesitate to step in if your schedule was so busy that you couldn't get your child to a practice or game. If I saw that you were overly criticizing your child on his or her play, I would step in and tell you "That's my job, he/she did well and we spoke about that mistake already on the bench...."

So the thing that bothered me on the FB post (from a few of them) was another dinner party they had among themselves. It's not worth confronting as they are who they are and I am who I am. I don't coach anymore and I have no reason to be friends with them on FB. They've been "unfriended".
 
You are not missing much Fug. Those gatherings were always boring and phony. All they talk was about themselves or their kids, little listening ever happened.
 
You are or were a good coach. Makes you a good person in my books.
 
You wanted to bang hockey moms. They knew that.

Wealthy people don't invite 'the help' to their parties. They give them a fruit cake at Christmas. Are you just learning that now?
 
Nothing should bother you Fuggee. It's their loss is what always comes to my head when dealing with these matters.
 
Thanks all. I just bothers me that this form of racism is still very prevalent in the upper class AS WELL as physical racism.
 
Since when, are kids hockey coaches a race? You`re preoccupied with a party, years ago, to which you were not invited. No, it`s not your fault that you have B cup `moobs`. Do some bench pressing in the gym, and turn them into pecs, or have breast reduction surgery, like Punky Brewster, or wear baggy sweaters, like shy girls. It`s not as if your dilemma is unique, Billy Joel.

 
Wealthy people don't invite 'the help' to their parties. They give them a fruit cake at Christmas. Are you just learning that now?

This ^^^ The truth about life can be a harsh reality check. It isn't life that is unfair - it's your broken idea of fairness that's the problem here. Time to get with the program and buck up, buttercup.
 
This ^^^ The truth about life can be a harsh reality check. It isn't life that is unfair - it's your broken idea of fairness that's the problem here. Time to get with the program and buck up, buttercup.

There you go Flashy, learn from one of the best or retire. Time to hang up your cleats and go back to your xyxyxy.
 
This ^^^ The truth about life can be a harsh reality check. It isn't life that is unfair - it's your broken idea of fairness that's the problem here. Time to get with the program and buck up, buttercup.

It`s not like this hasn`t been a problem since before the invention of paper money. Why do you think the `Ninth Commandment`is: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor`s wife.

No good comes from pining for forbidden fruit. THAT one goes back to the fuckin`Garden of Eden, and I don`t mean the Agency.
 
There you go Flashy, learn from one of the best or retire. Time to hang up your cleats and go back to your xyxyxy.

Dude, someone needs to read the posts to you better. demien3k5 quotes me, agrees with me, and I'm supposed to learn something from that? demien was speaking to Fuggy, who started the thread. Ohhhhhh. I guess you're not the sharpest pencil in the case of empty beer bottles.

Any more like you, at home? That often runs in families, when one or more of the parents is someone you can fool all of the time. Sometimes I walk into a bar, and say "Hey! dipshit, I'm talking to you!", and I single out the guy who turns his head.

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Sometimes, it's just too easy.
 
Who the fuck is pining over a party years ago. I'm speaking to that as an example of how the upper class treats those beneath them when it comes to lifestyle and financial stature. Sure, you worked hard to get where you are, so did I. My income is in the mid 6 figures and I treat everyone the same except when they're douchebags. I expect the same.

I said in my social media how I dressed, was directly related to how people interacted with me. I walked in to a men's clothing store that sold high end goods. I was dressed in an old pair of jeans, logo t-shirt and running shoes. No one came to me and asked me for help except for a greeting at the door. Days later, I was coming from a meeting and dressed biz casual and went in to the same store to purchase the coat I saw a few days earlier, didn't I get fawned over. I ended up not buying the coat after some thought.

To @flashbazbo - Racism isn't only for colour or race. You might want to call it other things, but until you experience it yourself, you should not speak to it. In other words, Shut the fuck up. This goes for your buddy too.
 
Racism: prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

The primary truth of the matter is, and it comes out in virtually everything you post, you have a massive inferiority complex that you overcompensate for through continued, persistent aggressive behavior. This is not likely lost on most who come into contact with you in everyday life, even if you would prefer not to recognize or acknowledge that personally as factual.

The other inconvenient truth regarding your anecdote is that those 'people' you have grown to despise have very little in common with you on many different levels, and therefore it makes perfect sense they would not look to cultivate a deep, lasting relationship with you outside the boundaries of your well defined 'role' in their ecosystem. You simply don't and never did belong in their circle, regardless of bank balance.

Contrary to popular belief, wealthy people, and especially exceptionally wealthy people don't choose their friends based primarily on financial liquidity.

I think it's self serving and naive to play the race card when your exclusion from the social circle has likely zero to do with race, color, religion or cultural background and everything to do with personality. Specifically - your true personality. Something you appear to be deliberately oblivious to.

Just because a bunch of kids tell you you're wonderful, doesn't mean it's true - just that it represents the opinion of a bunch of children. When a bunch of adults, and well-heeled adults start telling you you're wonderful, you probably are, and your social positioning and posture changes accordingly.

If your social position has remained fairly static over an extended period of time while your financial fortunes have trended upwards, perhaps it's time for introspective reflection on your part, instead of playing the race card and conveniently convincing yourself you are a victim of some sort where others are supposedly to blame.
 
It doesn't matter how well you're dressed or how much you earn, if you come across as a short tempered thug who might erupt when tailgated :rofl!:you won't get very many invitations to parties where they don't drink from red plastic cups.
 
Perhaps "racism" and "prejudice" were mixed up here. Does it really matter?

I think it does actually. Beyond the case at hand, in these days of politically correct extremism, too many people of color are too quick to cry racism when the truth is that there are far too often many MANY other critical factors at play in situations of social conflict beyond race, color, or religion.

More often than not, it's not racism which is the root cause of social friction, but rather the clash of cultural value systems, philosophical differences, and extremist behaviors falling outside societal norms.

But of course, it's always easiest to cry racism when all you really want is an immediate, sympathetic reaction you can manipulate for gratuitous purposes.
 
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To @flashbazbo - Racism isn't only for colour or race. You might want to call it other things, but until you experience it yourself, you should not speak to it. In other words, Shut the fuck up. This goes for your buddy too.



Mr Pink says:

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"Can you hear that? It's the sound of the world's tiniest violin playing'.

No one has a right to be invited to a private party. If you had gone to the party, well dressed, and pretended you had been invited, everyone there would have thought someone else had invited you. That's called chutzpah. There are old people who get free lunches everyday, just by reading the newspaper obituaries, attending the funeral of someone they didn't know, and mingling with the crowd who walks to the restaurant nearby. That's how the pros do it. You answered your own question; it's all in the clothes and haircut. Look like you belong somewhere, and no one will have the stones to question your presence. Bellyaching on a message board won't get the job done, son.
 
Racism... yada yada...blame.

demien has 'seen the light', and now understands the fundamental principle of Jokerianism, by which the 'victim' chooses himself, for the entertainment of all of the others, in "The Pyramid of Humour". Back in the day, kids learned that from Bugs Bunny, Tweety, and The Road Runner, with Elmer Fudd, Yosemite Sam, Daffy Duck, Sylvester, and Wile E. Coyote, et al, among others, in the role of 'Whipping Boy'. Then they took those cartoons off Saturday morning, and replaced them with Care Bears, and other cartoons with morals at the end, instead of in the middle, and that's a big reason why guys under 40 today are still children.
 
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