My father's a composer and concert pianist, so he's been the star attraction of exactly that sort of thing since before I was born. I cut my teeth on his international tours; he's never fallen short of the target, not once. But it's such a fucking gauntlet to run sometimes.
Mine's a Republican businessman from Kansas with more money than he knows what to do with. Our family's old money, and that leaves people with certain expectations... ones that I never failed to deliberately ignore once I hit the rebellious stage.
[ People who know him might rightfully point out that he can't call it a "rebellious stage" if he never grew out of it. ]
( all american money is nouveau riche to europeans, she does not say. )
Daddy actually sold our family seat when I was a child. If they'd not been such cunts about it he'd probably have worked something out with the cousins, but they started screaming about heritage and he made them buy it from him at market value in a bidding war. They probably heard the shrieking in Kansas.
[ A very diplomatic choice on her part. Piper likely wouldn't have taken the comment well—not out of any sense of hurt dignity, but because he can't stand people bragging about money. ]
You know, I don't care how much money I grew up with, it never made me understand why people get so terrible about how much they do or don't have compared to other people. Especially within family.
( it's never been her style; she comes from the sort of money that doesn't have to, and she's always considered that kind of carry on at best gauche. it's just she largely considers america the same way. anyway, she'll just go ahead and solve this mystery: )
Chicken, egg. There's a conversation to have about what a certain upbringing can do, but if upbringing were insurmountable then there'd never be any progress or change in the world.
Some people are just cunts. Most people, in my experience.
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[ People who know him might rightfully point out that he can't call it a "rebellious stage" if he never grew out of it. ]
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Daddy actually sold our family seat when I was a child. If they'd not been such cunts about it he'd probably have worked something out with the cousins, but they started screaming about heritage and he made them buy it from him at market value in a bidding war. They probably heard the shrieking in Kansas.
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You know, I don't care how much money I grew up with, it never made me understand why people get so terrible about how much they do or don't have compared to other people. Especially within family.
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It's because they're cunts.
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So you said. I'm guessing they'd be like that even without the money?
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Some people are just cunts. Most people, in my experience.
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