the system of dividing society; caste.
a social stratum sharing basic economic, political, or cultural characteristics, and having the same social position: Artisans form a distinct class in some societies.
As an American I feel I can be anything. With enough hard work, grit, assertiveness and spunk I can do ANYTHING. That the only thing holding me back is me. As an American living in England I think I see the limitiations of class. I am more aware of class than I have ever been in my entire life. I struggle with it and hate myself for thinking about it. I wonder if it’s just something you think about once you have kids. Would I have been as aware of it if I were raising Squidge in the US? Wal feels that your accent gives away your class much more than if your parents were working or middle class. That the fact that I don’t have an accent that people can pigeonhole works to my benefit. I think that is missing the point. It’s Squidge that I worry about. I want only the best for her. I want to provide her with every opportunity available yet I can’t help thinking that there are certain opportunities that will never be open to her here in England. Is this also true in the US, are there class limitation? Was it just not an issue for me because I chose to ignore it. Should I have paid more attention in my sociology class?? Help me out here, tell me I’m just being silly and that I’m not turning into Hyacinth Bucket!
I’ve had this bouncing around my head for a long time. I’m struggling with getting it down out of my head so expect this post to be tweaked and edited.
Now back to the fluff you come here for.
Squidge minutes after an afternoon nap.
playing around with photoshop
I ordered some moo cards this afternoon. I’m looking forward to seeing how my photos translate into postcards. I’m thinking about selling some. Is that egotistical of me? Thinking that some of my photos are so good people would be willing to give me money for them?
Last weekend while chatting with a friend who is NOT a SAHM I was struck with these feelings of being completely useless. She asked me what I have been up to and I couldn’t think of a damn thing. Nothing. Nada. Zip. What have I been up to? Hmm let me see I go grocery shopping a lot- cooking and baking is a big part of my life. I play and color with Squidge. I ignore Squidge for large chunks of time as I try to read blogs and Flickr. I go to the park and do laundry. I attend toddler groups where I feel alone and isolated sometimes. I stand in co-ed changing rooms feeling fat while remembering that I didn’t shave my bikini area waiting for Squidges swim lessons to begin. It’s what I do- week in and week out. When confronted with the question I froze.