Posts by Rich Lock
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What about apartment dwellers?
Well, in the UK, if the council provides it for you, then you're working class.
If you rent it yourself, you're middle class.
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The scary thing is how it lingers for decades.
Like I said, it's not actually part of the DNA if you're from the UK, but it might as well be.
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I suspect that work and best attire is far less of a social marker than what one wears to dig the garden.
Oh, that's simple.
If your 'garden' is a patch of dirt out front with an old car up on blocks sitting in the middle of it, you're working class.
If you have a garden and tend it yourself, you're middle class.
If you can afford to pay for a gardener, you're upper-middle class.
And if your garden is so big that you need multiple gardeners and possibly a gamekeeper, you're upper class.
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Parisians named one of their airports after the Internet slang for sarcasm
Huh. Wasn't aware that 'De Gaulle' was an internet term for sarcasm. Must try harder to stay down with teh kidz.
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Cf here.
Ah, missed that thread. I was off-grid on a UK visit. Carrying out first-hand anthropological work on the class phenomenon (see my edit above).
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Short blonde bob
'k. I get that.
string of pearls
Yep, sweet.
standing-up collar
...whut?
Interesting post/thread, but. I recently returned from a UK trip, which was a rather jolting reminder of how considerations of class in the UK colour every single thought and action of every person born there . While not literally forming part of their DNA, it might as well do.
And yet, it's still so hard to define and pin down exactly where people sit on the spectrum. It sometimes seemed as if every conversation was an attempt to pin down exactly where you sat in the class pecking order, so as to establish whether certain rituals of conversational deferral and dominance should be adhered to.
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I'm looking at you, Girl Talk
You're such a hater, Russell.
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Can someone please explain to me the significance of the turned-up collar as a class signifier in NZ, me being a furriner round here and not used to your local ways?
Just wondering if anyone else has remained suitless.
I wish.
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Pictures certainly do. Was the response to the fact that the reproduction was so instant? What would the old man have said if he saw them the next day? The moment. Is it captured for ever? Is it real? Is it as real as a portrait? Is the shadow highlighting the wrinkle as special as that dab in just the right place?
Why DO we travel and why is taking our own pictures so important it is the first thing we do when we get there? Should it be the last?
Then we leave. Gone....but now no longer forgotten.
We snap our fingers...Refreshing our minds eye via flashed pixeled memory.
Ross that is a surreal post to read after just putting down Watchmen.
Everyday the future grows a little bit darker, but the past just keeps getting brighter?
Or you could try this one (not 'watchmen', but still):
All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in the rain
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I like that one. A lot.
see, now there's a conversation starter...
heading back to Southerly now...;- )
Not entirely sure how that would work in a social situation, though.
I'm imagining Recordari sidling up to me furtively, possibly wearing a grubby, stained macintosh, and whispering hoarsely in my ear: 'wanna see some photos?'