I get that you feel superior to me. In the arena in which you belittled me, I suppose you are superior to me. But that doesn’t give you the right to make me feel like crap. Just because I’m not where you are in said arena, does not mean I am less of a person. I stand on my own two feet, but unfortunately I can’t jump to the moon. I’m so glad that you can – but I never once asked you for help. If I had, then maybe you would have the right – but not once have I brought laundry home for you to wash. I’ve done my own laundry for years, thank you – even when I WAS in that demographic.
So bite me. Oh, yeah, and screw you.
(PS – I’m thinner.)