Ouch. That seems mean and arbitrary. I would’ve either invited aunt and uncle only, or invited all four kids. I could maybe see drawing a line between siblings if a couple has two kids who are over ten years apart, such that one is an adult and the other is still very much a rambunctious child—but a 13-year-old could…

Hear, hear. I get that maybe the point of the plus-one thing is so people have a dance partner, since dancing is the primary form of entertainment at most weddings (which is why I think it’s really selfish to invite a bunch of single friends you collected over the course of your life without letting them bring a…

If you get to Hell first, save me a seat, m’kay?

I certainly don’t expect sympathy; I apologize if anything I wrote implied that my “shock” at my parents’ wealth and generosity was anything other than a pleasant surprise. Thanks for helping me understand your perspective.

Simply because some people have managed to survive long enough to be actually old doesn’t mean they’re all, “customers from hell.”

Yeah, I guess growing up ignorant about money is itself a kind of privilege, or at least a side effect of it. It just seems like there’s a lot of anger being directed at people admitting their ignorance, some of it from posters I’m familiar with and respect a lot and don’t think of as unreasonable or bitter.

I’m not sure exactly who you’re referring to, but if I’m one of them, I’m sorry if my story caused you pain, or trivialized your suffering. I don’t think of myself as having been victimized in any way by being surprised at my family’s wealth. I’m actually not seeing anyone else’s posts that indicate such feelings,…

I need more stars to give this. Next time you lay down so much insight, maybe break it into 7 or 8 posts so I can star them all, plsthx.

I was a rich kid (though I didn’t quite realize it at the time; see my post above) who ended up with a pretty good awareness of how little correlation there is between laziness and poverty. I also studied developmental psychology in college, and have worked with a lot of people from different backgrounds who arrived…

I had a similar experience. My parents live well within their means, and always prioritized education and experiences over status symbols. Thus, we lived in a smallish condo until I was 5, when we moved to a modest house in a very good school district. There were of course kids from my neighborhood at my school, as…

Yeah, and even the places that do have them have them in the kitchen (duh), which is a very tight, very busy area that you do not want to be wandering into and hefting hot liquids above eye level into the machine. Most of the cooks preferred to have me give them the coffee to nuke and stay out of their way, and I…

I kinda feel that way too, and I can’t put my finger on why. Maybe because the stereotypes about Asian women (silent, subservient, etc.) are just such gross things to want in a partner?

I mean, he was apparently the kind of guy who thought approaching total strangers to give them compliments should result in something more than a “Thank you.” Most people can smell that kind of creepiness, and it’s not a good smell.

I got in the habit of pre-warming coffee cups by filling them with hot water and letting them sit while I prepped the cream/sugar/spoon setup, then dumping out the hot water and pouring in the coffee. That seemed to prevent about 80% of cold coffee complaints. For the other 20% who still sent it back, I’d microwave…

It’s like their God is a toddler or a puppy who understands words like “bath” and “vet” and freaks out appropriately, but is clueless as long as you spell them out instead.

My mom is on Facebook and has actually specifically requested that I post on her wall for Mother’s Day and her birthday. It’s the kind of request that, if it were made by someone who was typically narcissistic/attention whore-y, would make me roll my eyes, but my mom is a great mom and a wonderful person who happens…

...such as go on the internet and argue with us about our lived experiences?

OK, I hate narcissistic idiots as much as anyone. But I do wonder why, in this great capitalist society of ours, the only non-selfie options for getting your picture taken while on a ride are to have a friend who paid the dear cost of admission not go on the ride with you so as to get a (probably terrible) shot from…

You’re going to have the most beautiful ice luge at your wedding someday! (ducks and hides)

I don’t think you realize how ironic your tirade against easily offended people is here.