I am going to create a series of posts that highlight me, Breaking Bourgie. Living in a city like DC becoming a buppie or being bourgie seems inevitable. Lately I have found myself turning my nose up at certain things that would not have bothered me before I moved here. I am coming to terms with the fact that I am becoming a snob. I went home to visit during the Labor Day holiday and was faced with this fact twice. A guy from home that is interested in me and is a distinguished educator, freedom fighter, granola-ass dreadhead dude asked me not to “DC” him. I was taken aback by this statement.
According to him: To “DC” someone is to engage them in superficial conversation where you really do not give a fuck about what they answer. You just want to acquire information (what they do for living, where they live, what school did they go to and for what, sneakily find out their socioeconomic status) to see if this person is worth talking to.
I didn’t believe I was doing it and told him. He the recounted everything I had asked and said to him. I gasped and made this face. He was right. So that night we went out for drinks and I had the same convos with people at the lounge and caught myself. Grrr… I am becoming a bourgie-ass BATCH! I kinda likey but I know that isn’t me. FUCK FUCK FUCK. So this series will be about me Break Bourgie, deflating my head, keeping it “real”… whatever that means!
I am also thinking about just saying I am snobbish but not bourgie. That makes me feel a little better.
Wish me luck!