Rich White Girl Syndrome

M. Anna is the Internet embodiment of Rich White Girl Syndrome. Unfortunately, after I informed the 2000 people on my mailing list about Anna's opinion of The Misanthropic Bitch, she promptly removed her site.

Hypersensitivity is a symptom of RWGS. Growing up with privilege causes sufferers to think the sun rises and sets for them. When criticized, the sufferer hastily retreats to the safety and comfort of her lesbian lover.

All sufferers, at one point in their lives, have a lesbian lover. It's a given. They meet in a women's studies class at Yale, or at a Wiccan gathering to celebrate the life-forces of nature as personified by the Goddess and her consort, the God.

Somewhere along the line, the sufferer renounces her riches. She does all she can to cleanse herself of the rich bitch stench.

The sufferer sees rape, sexual abuse and discrimination everywhere. If a woman doesn't buy into it, she's obviously not in touch with the feelings of her oppressed sisters. She's overprivileged. She's never experienced "real life." She's a lily-white fuck toy of the patriarchy.

Never mind that the chicks who cry loudest about that shit are overprivileged white ones. That's why it's so goddamn annoying because you know they're exaggerating an experimental fingering at a make-out party in the 7th grade to full-blown rape.

When a woman protests that she's never been sexually abused in any form, she's lying. If she questions the legitimacy of the sheer number of women crying foul, the sufferers laugh and say, "I hope she gets raped someday." Ha, ha.

Growing up in a working class town, I only met one rich white girl. She was the friend of a friend. Unlike a sufferer of RWGS, she embraced and reveled in her charmed life. Her parents bought her a new Chevy Blazer as a reward for being such a trouper after her wisdom teeth surgery. She wore cardigans draped over her shoulders. She read one of the persuasive speeches she wrote for a speech class at her tony private school to me, and it focused on why everyone should buy a summer home in Arizona (great golf courses, apparently).

She was also hopelessly naive. She didn't understand why my mother drove a 10-year-old Chevette with no air or FM radio, or why my parents were going to force me to pay for college myself. She didn't have a grandfather who dropped out of school in the 4th grade, nor did she have a great-grandmother who was one of 19 children. The male members of her family went to college to prepare themselves for future careers; the female members went to college to pick up their MRS degrees. Members of my family were thankful to be high school graduates or GED recipients, and the one family member with a college degree hightailed it to Florida right after graduation and became an upper-class muff muncher.

It wasn't that girl's world, but she didn't pretend that it was or ever could be.

Sufferers of RWGS slum. Not with the middle-class, of course. They hate the middle-class. They want to be poor. They buy a rundown Victorian house in a rundown neighborhood. They fix it up, then they tell everyone how they're superficially commiserating with the huddled masses, even though the rundown neighborhood will soon be full of fellow upper-class slummers looking to "revitalize" the area.

I guarantee M. Anna lives in a renovated rowhome -- bought with her dead daddy's money -- with her lesbian lover.

Need proof? At first, I thought it was a joke. Stupid Teen Girl for the upper class, but an innocent party practicing satire wouldn't remove her site at the first sign of criticism.

Before M. Anna deleted her site, I managed to save some of her files. In the following passage, she discusses the fallout from my initial linking to her site.

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