Saturday, September 3, 2011
Too good for you
Hilton Head was an interesting experience. It's filled with people who are not just better than I, they're better.than I'm likely to ever be.
And they want me to know it.
It's strange, because I've traveled quite a lot, and been sneered at by people who are professional at it. New York. Paris. London, even, who have mastered the under stated sneer.
The sneers in Hilton Head are oddly provincial. It's a bit like being sneered at by country bumpkins. You need to get out more, dudes.
So since I've been sneered at by more worldly and sophisticated folks than you, I don't think I'll be back.
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I noticed people that go there a lot have these trendy little stickers for the back of their car that says HH in big letters.
I got one for my parents, because their names are Harry and Harriet, just for grins. But Dad decided to leave up his "recycle yourself, be an organ donor" sticker instead.
I have to mingle with the snoots every week. Want to experience being looked at down someone's nose? Try being a dog catcher standing in someone's house whose living room furniture cost more than your entire home :)
I comfort myself with the realization that when/if genuine hard times fall, those folks will be eating each other within a week.
Sounds a lot like penis envy, maybe they have small ones and it makes em sneer.
That's one of the problems with Hilton Head. When you've been sneered at by the very best, theirs just pale by comparison. Kind of have to feel sorry for the poor dears since they don't realize they're actually second-tier sneerers.
When I got out of the Marine Corps I worked construction, helped build docks and sea walls in that area. There's so much to do and see in the Lowcountry, no need to spend time on Hilton Head.
Unless you golf and have lots of money.
Second tier is right... :-)
Glenn B: Sounds a lot like penis envy
Nope. Think about this a minute:
What game do inner-city kids play? Basketball.
Blue collar workers? Bowling.
Yuppies? Tennis.
Corporate CEOs? Golf.
See a pattern here? The more money you have, the smaller your balls are.
I rode my bike up there once. (I didn't ride there from here: that's a few days by bike). Just tell them "I've been kicked out of better places than this".
I have a friend that has lived on the Island for years. I agree with your assessment. The place and the people were very uh... sterile. The funny thing about working stiffs that do live on the Island is that they have a secret underground economy. Say you live on the island and do the secret handshake to prove you are a working stiff like them and prices fall for everything. Cab rides, club covers, etc. Really amazing.
I love my friend dearly, but I have no desire to return to Hilton Head.
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