Petite bourgeois class traitor here, I haven't eaten inside a restaurant since the pandemic started. My entire family has gotten takeout maybe six times total in the last eighteen months. Also, we have never tipped less than 20% and (so far as I know) we have always treated all the restaurant staff politely. My dad spent most of his life as a chef and I've spent years working in kitchens also.
I live in a touristy area which is now absolutely packed with my fellow petite bourgeois from around the country. Almost none of them are masked and I would say that at least 99% of them are white while most, but not all, are boomers, with plenty of women among them as well. To me it just seems like a form of slow-motion suicide for these people to be wandering around, eating at restaurants, and going inside shops that sell the same useless overpriced garbage. (How many times can you buy a $20 wooden plaque which says "It's Wine O'clock" or "Live Laugh Love"?)
When I have to head into town to get groceries and risk getting coronavirus, I play a new game: find someone who is smiling. Maybe 1% of the people out there appear to be having a good time. The rest honestly look pretty miserable. It's hot. It's crowded. There's nothing to do. Everything smells like fucking car exhaust and fried food. The food you're eating is making you fatter. You're aging. Is this really the purpose of all human existence? Wandering around yet another tourist trap?
It seems to be, inshallah, that this is the last hurrah of the bourgeoisie. I know in reality we probably have decades until the workers take control or the human species goes extinct. But I almost feel like the petite bourgeoisie is trying to get all their consumerism out of their system before the next lockdown / wave of riots hits the country. I have also never seen so many American fucking flags out there. Even for America, there is a fucking shitload of flags out, to the extent that you literally cannot walk anywhere without brushing against American flags. One town near here has an American flag on every single fucking telephone poll for miles alongside the state highway. It's like, hey, are you kind of concerned that this entire shithole country of yours is a joke, and that, godwilling, it will soon cease to exist?
I mean it definitely is kind of a death knell. I'm a little terrified of that happening, given that I'm in the middle of nowhere and don't have a car, so my literal only option to get groceries is fuckin' Doordash. My literal only option to get household goods is Amazon. There aren't stores here, and I can't afford a car, even on what's considered a firmly middle class salary, and certainly not with the shortage of used vehicles at the moment. The entire used car market in the 150-200 km around me is exclusively massive brodozer jacked up pickups from the early 2000s, and not a one is below about $12,000. I cannot drive a truck, I am a relatively tiny woman, and would not be able to even see the end of the hood in one of them. This shit is fucked and when it hits the fan, so am I.
Believe me, folks, when the revolution starts, I’m going to put my hands up and surrender and hopefully get myself and my family just a few years in the labor camps. I may be petite bourg but I can split rocks with pickaxes real good.
Petite bourgeois class traitor here, I haven't eaten inside a restaurant since the pandemic started. My entire family has gotten takeout maybe six times total in the last eighteen months. Also, we have never tipped less than 20% and (so far as I know) we have always treated all the restaurant staff politely. My dad spent most of his life as a chef and I've spent years working in kitchens also.
I live in a touristy area which is now absolutely packed with my fellow petite bourgeois from around the country. Almost none of them are masked and I would say that at least 99% of them are white while most, but not all, are boomers, with plenty of women among them as well. To me it just seems like a form of slow-motion suicide for these people to be wandering around, eating at restaurants, and going inside shops that sell the same useless overpriced garbage. (How many times can you buy a $20 wooden plaque which says "It's Wine O'clock" or "Live Laugh Love"?)
When I have to head into town to get groceries and risk getting coronavirus, I play a new game: find someone who is smiling. Maybe 1% of the people out there appear to be having a good time. The rest honestly look pretty miserable. It's hot. It's crowded. There's nothing to do. Everything smells like fucking car exhaust and fried food. The food you're eating is making you fatter. You're aging. Is this really the purpose of all human existence? Wandering around yet another tourist trap?
It seems to be, inshallah, that this is the last hurrah of the bourgeoisie. I know in reality we probably have decades until the workers take control or the human species goes extinct. But I almost feel like the petite bourgeoisie is trying to get all their consumerism out of their system before the next lockdown / wave of riots hits the country. I have also never seen so many American fucking flags out there. Even for America, there is a fucking shitload of flags out, to the extent that you literally cannot walk anywhere without brushing against American flags. One town near here has an American flag on every single fucking telephone poll for miles alongside the state highway. It's like, hey, are you kind of concerned that this entire shithole country of yours is a joke, and that, godwilling, it will soon cease to exist?
I mean it definitely is kind of a death knell. I'm a little terrified of that happening, given that I'm in the middle of nowhere and don't have a car, so my literal only option to get groceries is fuckin' Doordash. My literal only option to get household goods is Amazon. There aren't stores here, and I can't afford a car, even on what's considered a firmly middle class salary, and certainly not with the shortage of used vehicles at the moment. The entire used car market in the 150-200 km around me is exclusively massive brodozer jacked up pickups from the early 2000s, and not a one is below about $12,000. I cannot drive a truck, I am a relatively tiny woman, and would not be able to even see the end of the hood in one of them. This shit is fucked and when it hits the fan, so am I.
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Believe me, folks, when the revolution starts, I’m going to put my hands up and surrender and hopefully get myself and my family just a few years in the labor camps. I may be petite bourg but I can split rocks with pickaxes real good.