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without-ado · 2 months
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blackswaneuroparedux · 9 months
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Egalitarian dogma does nothing to abolish social hierarchy: it simply ensures that children at the bottom cannot rise to the top. The way to make hierarchy acceptable is not to pretend that it can be abolished, but to provide poorer children with the means to rise in it.
- Sir Roger Scruton
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doriana-gray-games · 10 months
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ROs social classes? As far as I remember Sherlock is upper (?) middle class and H is upper class.
Others?
Yes! True, so-
Mc - upper middle
H - upper
L - low middle (I guess?)
W - middle
A - it's complicated 😔
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herdreamywasteland · 6 months
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help needed
heyo, I was wondering if anyone on here would be willing to answer some interview questions I have for a sociology class. It’s nothing personal, just your opinion on things. Just message me if you would like to, it would be greatly appreciated <3
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simplifyastrology · 2 months
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Castes of Nakshatras: Mleccha (Outcaste)
What is a Caste?
In Vedic Astrology every Nakshatra has an associated Caste with it. A caste is a job class in society in which the Nakshatra excels.
The Caste Analyzed:
Mleccha (Outcaste)
Vaishya Nakshatras:
Bharani Ashlesha Vishakha Shravana
Vaishya Caste Overall interpretation:
- Going Against Grain of Society - Eccentric Interests - Outside the Box Work - Doing the Dirty Jobs - Working with Morbid Things - Can Commit Ritual Offenses - Might Face Excommunication
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madlad-sadgal · 7 months
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Goldenheart AU Pt. 2
I got bored, you get this. Enjoy.
[Part 1]
I'm gonna talk about why the Director/Livia (I'll be calling her Livia because calling her "Director" feels weird in this AU (she doesn't deserve a name but oh well)) doesn't want Goldenheart/Boldloin to be a thing
Just for fun, I'll also talk a bit (I say while writing a whole book) about the band members' backstories
Livia's reasons of not wanting Ambrosius and Ballister to get together comes down to three things: Social Classes, Influence and Reputation
Even though Ballister is doing pretty well thanks to his band, his family is essentially part of the Lower-Middle Class; he had some trouble when it came to getting education and his parents had a low income.
Ambrosius on the other hand is part of the Upper-Upper Class; a good portion of the Goldenloins' money is "old money" which has been passed through generations in his family thanks to their very successful company
For the influence part. The Goldenloins have an absurd amount of influence in a lot of stuff, and Livia worries that Ambrosius marrying someone like Ballister, who kind of has influence in the music industry but not much, will change the way other see him and will then make other companies trust them less (they aren't influenced much by him) which would send the company tumbling to the ground
Reputation now. The Goldenloins' reputation is interesting to say the least. They're known to indulge in their company a lot, making changes to raise profits and all in all just keep it at the top, but they're also known to be snob and kind of rude. Something that's interesting about Livia, Valerin and Ambrosius is that none of them fall in the same categories
Livia is the snob one. She is always seen following Valerin around and is often the one sent to attend meetings when Valerin isn't available. She says her decisions are for the good of the people, but often makes them because she does not wish for the lower/middle class people to gain more money and cause this whole social class thing to fall
Valerin is exceptionally kind and spends a portion of her work looking into helping the lower/middle class people, but she still spends most of her time concentrating on the company because she believes her status and money is what allows her to have such influence and therefore allows her to help the lower/middle classes
Ambrosius falls into none of the two categories. He is kind and charming and doesn't mind stopping to talk to kids who are curious about "his work" (he doesn't have the heart to tell them he doesn't own the company yet) contrary to Livia who will more often than not glare at them and keep walking (that's just an example). Ambrosius also believes that although keeping the company running is important, keeping on top isn't. His main idea for when he inherits the company is to make a few changes that will benefit the lower/middle class people only without lowering the upper class people. He basically just wants to start slowly removing social classes until everyone is around the same level when it comes to education, money and food because he made a friend who lived in bad conditions (Ballister) and wants to change society to make it a better place for people who had similar struggles as him
Obviously, Livia doesn't like Ambrosius' idea, so when she realizes Bal is actually just Ballister (shocking, I know) she is convinced he put those ideas in Ambrosius' head and basically tries to foil their relationship to make sure Ambrosius doesn't "ruin" everything his ancestors have built
Now onto the band. In the first part, @echoing-locations talked about how they thought The Shifters (band) could be a three person band with Nimona, Bal and Meredith Blitzmeyer (character from the comic) and I loved that idea
Nimona would definitely play the drums. Hitting something on repeat to make a beat, it fits them so wonderfully. At first I wanted to make Bal the lead singer, but I think the both of them sing their own songs throughout the shows and have occasional songs they sing together
Bal definitely plays bass. I have no idea when or from where this idea came to me, but I think it just fits.
Then I was struggling with how Meredith would fit into the band, which instrument she would play, especially considering she's this kinda weird scientist in the comic, but I eventually decided she works more backstage, with the lights, making sure the mics, bass and drums work, and everything else that needs to be done backstage
So I had written down what I wanted for the band members' backstories but I lost my notes and my memory is shit so I'll do another part about that when I either find my notebook or write down new ideas.
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alwaysbewoke · 12 days
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white people are the same everywhere
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femmefatalevibe · 9 months
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Hi, I grew up in a UK working class background and have just started working in academia which is predominantly middle class. I recently went to a conference and during the day when it was all work talk I had no issues fitting in and have a number of people who wish to collaborate with me due to my unusual skill set.
However in the evenings when we went for dinners/drinks I felt out of place as conversation topics were more general. I know that I need to become more well versed in politics and history, but I was wondering if you could recommend any other topics I should start learning about to make conversations at these events easier?
Hi love. I'm not from the U.K. but have some friends from university/clients/special friends who live or have lived in London, and it seems like these hobbies & subject matters tend to be of interest:
The art market & general art knowledge/art history
Tennis/Football/Rugby/Polo/Cricket/Equestrian sports
Knowledge of social clubs, restaurants, museums, where to shop, etc.
Significant or trending books, social media trends
Best places for traveling during different times of the year, hot spots in these destinations, general cultural knowledge of these areas
Buzzy television shows, movies, celebrities, media events, etc.
General understanding of the real estate market/social climates of different regions and their social scene groups
Anyone from the U.K. in this community, please feel free to add anything or correct any of my outsider observations.
Hope this helps xx
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suprememayobros2 · 4 months
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"working class conservatives"
"Privately educated"
"Working in HER FAMILIES construction buisness"
Fuck right off!
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mediamatinees · 4 months
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White Girls in the Early 2000s Took a Crash Course in Blackness and Discovered Their Voices . . . Somehow? 🤷🏽‍♀️
Get ready for the teen dance film showdown! Today, we're deep diving into Save the Last Dance and Bring It On. Which film holds up better after 20+ years?
I’ve said it before, but my love of movies was much more shallow as a teenager than it is now. I used to see movies as a way of turning my brain off and just blindly enjoying a fantasy. I wasn’t critical of what I watched the way I am now. And, so a lot of movies I watched back then escaped some much-needed scrutiny. I can’t even remember when I last watched Save the Last Dance, let alone how I…
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ancientorigins · 11 months
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Brigand, Gladiator or Roman Robin Hood - what we do know is that according to the legend, Bulla Felix was an infamous outlaw of the Roman Empire. With similarities to the English character of Robin Hood, his inspiring tale is a symbol of the injustice and oppression that existed in ancient times.
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racefortheironthrone · 10 months
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Is the expression "Well I do declare" unique to one particular region of the United States or just a general Southernism?
Well, I would say that it's more a Southeastern expression than a Southern expression and it's specifically associated with the upper class/"genteel" diction and accent. And there's a reason for that, because the phrase really entered into pop culture awareness with...
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Specifically, "I do declare" is a catchphrase of Scarlett O'Hara, especially early in the film when she's very much in her Southern Belle debutante flirting mode. She says the line so often that it was used by later films that were satirizing or playing off Gone With the WInd, because those later filmmakers knew their audiences would immediately pick up the reference.
So yes, "I do declare" is an expression I very much associate with upper-class white Southerners from the Atlanta-to-Charleston region.
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without-ado · 1 year
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Ian Berry l Ascot, England l 1975
Social contrast in one frame; a top hatted horse race goer passes a workman pushing a crate of beer l Magnum Photos
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chaotic-orphan · 1 year
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The judge
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It started out innocent enough.
Back in the judge’s practising days. A speeding ticket, some juvenile needed a defence attorney and The Judge was working pro bono that day in the 96th precinct, just inside the dregs where it was difficult to tell the police and offenders apart.
A kid with a freshly bruised eye and a tissue stuffed up one nostril of their bleeding nose was half shoved half thrown into the Judge’s room.
“Speeding ticket. Caught him red handed, Judge, said he wanted a defence lawyer anyways.”
The judge looked at the officer then at the kid who couldn’t be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen. Definitely not old enough to start driving, let alone be remanded for it.
“Did he say anything else?” Judge asked, knowing full well the boy didn’t get those bruises from being pulled over.
The officer smiled at Judge, then looked at the kid. “Nothing I could repeat back in court.”
“Nothing you couldn’t beat out of him, eh?” Judge asked with a smile and a chipper tone. The kid snorted while the officer laughed like he was the one in on the joke, and not the one the jab was directed to.
“You get me Judge. Let’s keep it on the DL, yeah?”
Judge saluted the officer and the officer nodded and closed the door. Then Judge settled their eyes on the kid.
“I’m your defence attorney today. This room isn’t recorded or anything so you can say or do anything and most of it will be under attorney-client privilege.”
“What’s privileged?” the boy asked, wide brown eyes staring back at Judge.
“Like, do you know what confidential means?”
“Do I look stupid to you?”
“Do you really wanna ask me that after provoking a police officer to violence?”
The kid stared at Judge now, wide eyes shielded behind this shutter of intelligence. Now he looked closer to one of Judge’s colleagues than an offender. All cold intellect and cut to the bone mentality.
“I’ve never had privilege before,” the boy said sitting back in his seat, tilting his head up and punching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nice. Is it okay if we just bask in the moment?”
“Your time is my time. Take all that you need.”
“Thanks Judge.”
“My name’s not Judge. That’s just what I’m known as.”
“Because you study law?”
“Because I work Pro Bono a lot. Do you know what pro bono means?”
“Yeah,” the kid said. “Yeah I know what that means. Doesn’t explain the name.”
Judge relaxed in their seat, and started spinning their tale. “When I was in college while everyone was off doing internships in law firms and networking I worked in the courthouse. I didn’t get paid or anything, and I think I annoyed the honourable Justice Gleason more than he cared to admit. He took me under his wing anyways and as I worked with him, he introduced me to the world of pro bono cases. People in need. Usually people from the dregs…”
“Here, here!” The kid said and Judge smiled.
“Exactly. I found pro bono work more satisfying than corporate law.”
“It’s because you’re poor too,” said the kid and Judge nearly froze. Emphasis on nearly. Judge had been at this gig for the past seven years. You learn how to not react, but that was the closest Judge had ever come to slipping their mask from their face.
Instead Judge just smiled their coy smile, and asked: “Why do you say that?”
The kid lowered his head and looked judge in the eye. A smile of his own on his face. “You got the brains or whatever. The goodwill. I got an ear for accents. Especially local accents. You’re not some hotshot who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, you’re from the Dregs. It’s the only thing that explains it. Plus you haven’t lost your entire accent, no matter how hard you try to cover it up with a posh city one.”
Judge smiled a genuine smile then, leaning forward, clasping their hands on the table in front of them.
“If you say so,” Judge watched as the kids confidence shattered a bit. The action so minuscule anyone else would have missed it. The hesitance for a fraction of a second. The kid had a good poker face. Judge’s was better. “Now onto your case. Clearly the arresting officer put his hands on you beyond reasonable force. Was this before or after he put the handcuffs on?”
“After,” the kid mumbled. “Waited until I couldn’t fight back.”
“Good. Then I can get your speeding ticket overlooked.”
The kid looked up. Eyebrows knitting together in question, “you don’t want to know if I did it?”
“I don’t care.”
“So you are from the dregs.”
Judge stood up from the table and rapped their knuckles against the door. Then they turned to look at the kid. “Stay out of trouble.”
Judge did get the speeding ticket overlooked and the officer suspended from working for two weeks.
The next time Judge met the kid it wasn’t as smooth sailing as the first time.
The kid was older. An adult now. Around nineteen with stubble lining his jaw and his hair grown out more. He was tall, too. Nearly taller than Judge, but this time it wasn’t a speeding ticket.
And this time he asked for Judge to defend him.
When Judge walked into the room and saw those intelligent eyes and confident smile he knew exactly who he was defending.
“Nice to see ya again, Judge.”
Judge sat down, ignoring the kid. Not looking at him until he was sat across from him. The kids hands were handcuffed to the table and Judge’s stare was anything but warm.
“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble.”
“You did. And I did. Then I got in with a bad crowd—“
“Yeah save the bullshit for a psychologist.”
The boy looked up surprised at Judge’s harsh words then he smiled and sat back into his seat, letting the façade slip from his face. Melting away to reveal the same cold expression Judge was giving him.
“Fine,” the boy said. “Have it your way. I need your help again.”
“I gave you my help. You spat in my face. Get someone else to defend you.”
“You don’t even know what I did.”
“And I don’t care. Nice seeing you again.”
Judge stood and went to the door when he was stopped in his tracks. “I’ve been reading about you in the papers. They say you’re some big hot shot now. Bet they’d love to know where you came from. Your roots. Real rags to riches story, ain’t it Judge?”
“Trying to blackmail me is pathetic. You act as if my colleagues don’t know my background,” Judge said looking over their shoulder and there it was again. The crack in the boys confidence. The same lost puppy look.
Instead of leaving though, Judge turned and leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “You really thought blackmail would make me help you?”
“It works in the movies.”
“Right. This is a movie. Those handcuffs are fake. I’m just an actor. Let’s get coffee while they reset the stage—“
“Ah come off it will ya?! I didn’t mean for anyone to die.”
“And yet someone did!” Judge almost shouted. The boy flinched back into his seat and went quiet. “I left my house today and I didn’t intend for anyone to die, and you know what?! No one did!”
“If you let me go down for this you’re just reinforcing the dregs stereotypes!”
“Look at you and look at me,” Judge said, voice deathly quiet. “You tell me who’s reinforcing stereotypes.”
Judge turned, hand on the handle of the door and the next words out of the boys mouth stunned him again.
“It was a set up,” the boy said quietly. “It was meant to be a clean in and out job, for some information for a bloke from the House of Commons… they didn’t say anything about a family being in the house. I didn’t kill them, Judge. You have to believe me. I wouldn’t. For fuck sakes there was a little girl there— it wasn’t my fault. I was set up, I promise. Judge I need your help, please.”
The tension left Judge’s shoulders.
“Again. From the top,” judge said going to sit down again. “Every detail.”
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newsboys-of-1899 · 11 months
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hiii ! hope you're doing well :)
this question isn't exactly newsies, but i want to know about social classes in the late 1800s for a story but i'm kind of struggling with finding exact definitions. so could you give examples of some of the characters and what social class they would be in?
ik the newsies would be working/lower class and pulitzer and hearst would be upper class, but what about characters like medda, snyder, kloppman and the judge?
Hello! Thank you for the question!
Coming up with exact definitions of social classes is difficult because class is a social construct. If we put every person in the world in a line from richest to poorest, where would we divide it to say someone is upper class or not? Class is far more complex than that and is also determined by education, race, citizenship, languages spoken, and so much more. That said, let’s talk about newsies characters and class. I’m also going to add a couple people to your list that I think are interesting cases.
Medda is a burlesque performer, but she also owns the theatre where she works. This puts her a bit higher than most burlesque performers, but still very much within their world. Burlesque performers were considered akin to sex workers at the time, so she would likely have been looked down on by many, but still have enough personal wealth to get by on her own.
Snyder is a jail warden - a respectable job but not a particularly fancy one. He definitely has status over the working class people who make up most of his prisoners, but he is still very much a working man. In the novelization, he is seen to be totally in awe of being in a room with the mayor and Pulitzer in the scene where he’s asking to arrest Jack, as he is significantly below both of them.
Kloppman works for a non-profit group: the Children’s Aid Society. He and his family live in private quarters within the lodging house, so he doesn’t own property but he also doesn’t have to worry about making rent. He would be an upstanding member of society, but not wealthy.
The judge is a judge. Obviously. He is definitely educated and has a high-status job. He does work for his money, as opposed to Pulitzer and Hearst who hire other people to work for them, but the money he makes for that work would likely be pretty good.
Denton works for a newspaper. He has steady employment that is not manual labour, which puts him a step above most of the newsies’ families, but he is still very much a working man living in small rented quarters.
Katherine is an heiress. She chooses to work, but if she wanted to quit she would very much be able to. She would fit in with high society if she wanted to but people who don’t know who she is would likely assume she’s about on par with Denton.
Finally, Seitz is a business manager. He is above almost every other worker at the World, and WELL above the newsies. He is still a working man, but in a well-paying high-class job. Not a CEO, but upper management in a very powerful company.
Hope that clears some things up. If not please feel free to ask more questions!
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