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Not being from the UK, I can't fully appreciate how class can effect a way of life... that said, I didn't grow up in the Canadian middle class. I grew up on the "wrong side of the tracks". My Mom and Dad would be working class by just about every definition there is and yet, I have managed to get out of it, mostly by not realizing I was in that situation. It isn't part of how I define myself.
I wonder how it would have been to be raised always having my station in life imposed upon me (thing working class or lower caste positions in life). Would it truly make a difference to have someone continually putting you in your place?
I have trouble imagining settling for less that what I want in life (but then what I want isn't really all that material).
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