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Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Rich Girls Are Annoying.
I graduated from Rollins College. It's a small, fancy, liberal arts school in quaint Winter Park, FL. Going to Rollins was a blessing and I thank God every day for my scholarship donor and the Hamilton Holt School. At $50,000 a year for tuition, there is no way in hell I could afford to go to school there without financial assistance. The Holt school (evening classes) was significantly cheaper and I still needed scholarships to afford going there.
Anywho, one of my professors required the class to act as ushers during a book reading (it was a class of 8) my last year. It was a fancy event so I wore a fancy dress and a cardigan and I made sure my hair was pretty and I wore a little makeup so it looked like I tried. I saw one of my classmates (a day student) and she said hi and I said hi and she complimented me on my dress and I said thanks and told her I bought it at Forever 21.
Later that night when a group of us were together, this same girl points out that a string is loose on the dress. No biggie (I certainly wouldn't have mentioned it), I pulled the string and ripped it off and she said
"That's what you get for shopping at Forever 21".
My first thought: whatabitch!
Second thought: ugh, she's right.
Fast forward to Lagos Fashion and Design Week (I worked the event). Africa may be portrayed as this continent of suffering and poverty but that doesn't apply to everyone. Nigeria's wealthy are WEALTHY.
I was chatting with this girl (who is actually a sweetheart) and she was telling me about her store where she sells designer labels and I expressed interest in buying a handbag that wouldn't fall apart in a month. She asked how much I was willing to spend and I said $400 when I really meant $150. Maybe.
But y'know, I wanted to look cool in front of the rich girl so I stretched the truth until it looked like a lie.
She laughed. And then told me she didn't have anything that cheap at her store.
$400 is cheap?
Ugh. I need to hang out with poorer people.
Anyway kids, these moments really do build character.
I'm a Nigerian-American writer who worked at Harper’s Bazaar, SELF, Popular Science and Essence magazine doing everything but writing. A self-confessed pop culture addict who recently left the hustle of New York City behind for the hustle of Lagos.