Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Wjat is a rich or sophisticated teenager like?

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Q. I need to describe a rich or sophisticated teenager for an assignment.

Which points should I approach?

I thought I could say she wears designer's clothes. Which designer could I mention?

And what are other topics would be appropriate?


Answer
WOW thias is fun.

Approach points suich as
pressure from parents adn soceity to succeed and carry on the legacy
keeping up appearances
being a normal teen in spite of it all

I know quite a few, being the poor scholarhip girl shipped of to a upper east side school.
They also aren't rude at all- they are polite to the point where it is annoying. They were raised to be polite, high overachievers so they could inherit their parents legacies, but not neccesarily their money.

Gossip girl is fun to watch but a stretching of the truth; the bnooks are exageerated but better. Kids will be kids, no matter money or not.

Often, it is the most obnoxious noveau riche kids that are rude. Noveau riche means families that have quickily fallen into money and hterefore imitate the mistaken stereotype of being haughty.

In fact, although many of these kids are much more pleasant to be around, there is a lot of cattiness and backstabbing going around (for the sake of politeness) than the more upfront public school culture.

Therefore, Paris Hilton is a very poor representation.

The reason rich kids grow up to be rich is not the mistaken fact that they inherit money; instead their parnets emphasize success in their households so these kids grow up to have even more money.

Old money, such as from the upper east side, are very conservative and not flashy with their wealth at all, but they do appreciate high quality.

They don;'t wear super high end designers casually, but instead they like these designers for casual times

marc jacobs
abercrombie
lesportsac
longchamp
Ralph lauren polo
juicy couture
LAMB
j. crew
vineyard vines
tory burch
seven for mankind
true religion
american apparel

START (my own little narrative thingy)

She is the modern day Daisy Buchanan of F. Scott Fitzgerald's great American masterpiece, the Great Gatsby. She is sixteen in the city, an American Beauty; smooth and as fragile as polished china.

Her name is Clemency Elizabeth Rhodes. She is known as Clemi. Clemency is the term for mercy; the girl herself is that.

The parents are named John and Adrienne Rhodes. Lydia is called Addy, but Clemency calls her mom. John is a bank president and one of the trustees at Clemency's single sex private school, The Montclair School. She has one sibling, an younger brother, Aiden Rhodes.

They live at the top of East 73rd Street, in a penthouse.

She lives a rather normal life for her set. Every morning she picks up her Longchamp bag, and hails a taxi to school. She is wearing the standard issue uniform, the hideous kilt that has been rolled and altered to just about mid/high thigh length. She is wearing her favorite Tory Burch Reva flat and a demure pearl necklace, along with a ribbon in her hair. As her other has always told her, first impressions make all the differences, and body language and physical apperance is almost as importance of quality and intelligence. Clutching cashmere sweater closer, she shivers, as it is november in the city and the leaves on the trees are no longer falloing but instead snow will soon be falling.

She thinks about varsity field hockey practice. Has Clemi forgotten her stick? No, she has remember she left it in her locker at school.

Clemi thinks about college, a choice that her parents have stressed since eigth grade. John is hoping for her daughter to go to Yale his alma mater, while Lydia has a preference for Smith. This is the point Clemi has been working towards.

She unlocks her iPhone. Laura text messaged her last night, reminding her of the party next weekend. Clemi has forgotten; but it is Lynsey's sweet sixteen, and is it going to be held at the Tribeca rooftop. Clemi realizes that she might not be able to attend; her parents had planned to go to their country house in Connecticut, and Clemi had a horse show.

As well as hitting hte books; Clemi will be taking APs in May; she is nervous, as if she mess up she will receive another speech not from her father (who is too busy to really approach her) but ehr mother who will exclaim what a faliure of a daughter she is. But no, hasn't Clemi lived her sixteen years trying to live up to her mother's stand of the modern renaissance woman? Unparralled in taste, appearance and cultivation, grace and intelligence? Didn't Clemi exude this aspect at the tender age of sixteen? Wasn't she not only an art connoisseur, but an intellectual heavyweight (mastering such philisophical topics as existentialism or feminism?)? Was she not the authority of fashion, good taste and pristine etiquette?

She was keeping up appearances for the adults all right. She wished she could join Laura in "partying like a rockstar".

No, she must not think that. Clemi put her mind on more happier topics, such as the impending Thanksgiving dinner, where both sides of the family will congregate in the nice dining room and the good china will be set out.

Yes.

Shit, she realized, that she had forgotten the cupcakes she had to bake for the fundraiser.

Clemency Avery Rhodes was just as normal as the next person.

What's the need to chase down such high paying jobs?




Annoying G


I've been taught to chase down really high paying jobs since i was a kid. My parents wanted for me what they couldn't have themselves - big house, name brand cars, stays at fancy hotel, designer bags, designer shoes,etc. But i've never really wanted that. My peers are working their butts off in school to land jobs as doctors, pharmacists, lawyers. Along the way, they will accrue massive debts without a guarantee that they would land a high paying job. I don't want to make more than 30 k a year. Yeah, i wouldn't mind having more, but i really won't be willing to sell my soul or slave away my youth for 100k or 200k a year. What the hell would i do with that money? Well, as a side note, i also don't want a family. Maybe that's why these people are trying so hard- kids are expensive?


Answer
This sounds exactly like me. No one needs crazy amounts of money to be happy. I would be perfectly content in a one-bedroom apartment working 40-50 hours a week. A car that goes from point A to point B (Or even no car at all). College isn't worth it anymore. And kids are an unnecessary and narcissistic expense.




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