I refused to touch the food in the school cafeteria and would loudly ask those who did if their mothers shopped at KMart.
What haughty things did you do as a child?
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|by Anonymous||reply 1||02/21/2019|
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I used to hold out for the really GOOD milk carton.
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I was on a transfer to a school in a poorer school district for reasons, and used the fact that my house was bigger and nicer to generate an entire ridiculous backstory of untold riches, rare statues, and jewel thieves.
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I would never eat chicken that I had to “pick up with my hands” ie fried chicken, chicken wings.
|by Anonymous||reply 5||02/21/2019|
Not me, but a pretentious country club classmate in 8th grade asked the cafeteria workers why they didn't "chill the salad forks". She was a hero to me for that.
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I refused to drink from plastic cups and drink ware I would only drink from porcelain cups and glass ware.
|by Anonymous||reply 7||02/21/2019|
My mom always said that women who made stuff like Shake N Bake and Hamburger Helper were tacky. I used to get all judgy (silently) if I I went to someone's house and they served anything less than 100% from scratch dinners.
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snobs. You all sound really fucked up
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I'd ask a poorly dressed classmate if her outfit was from sacks.
She'd reply, no, it's from Sears.
Looks like it's from sacks to me, I'd reply.
|by Anonymous||reply 10||02/21/2019|
Ate pizza with a fork and knife if it looked overly messy and I had on a nice outfit ⸺ drove my dad wild!
|by Anonymous||reply 11||02/21/2019|
Judged a girl for wearing wool knee socks with heeled Dr. Scholls
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R11 pizza is eaten with a knife and fork in Italy.
|by Anonymous||reply 13||02/21/2019|
After I was sent to the principal's office and reprimanded in 4th grade (think I'd dawdled picking up the attendance forms or something as a proctor) I was completely insulted and incensed. I marched back to my classroom, went to the cloakroom, picked up my coat and walked out without a word to anyone.. When I got home I told my mother I would not be returning to school--ever.
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I would only drink out of goblets, and demanded I have formal place settings. This was habit was picked up from my very formal German grandparents. My parents struck a deal with me that I could have whatever I wanted place setting wise, if I agreed to always set the table for everyone, including my extravagant needs, and I always had to clean everything I used from the formal dining objects I was using. Seemed fair enough. I still always set my table formally.
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I sprayed Lysol on my desk every morning and after recess.
|by Anonymous||reply 16||02/21/2019|
OP = Niles Crane.
|by Anonymous||reply 17||02/21/2019|
R13, true, but we were (mostly) not in Italy when I did it.
|by Anonymous||reply 18||02/21/2019|
I worked at a stockboy at K-Mart and had nothing to be haughty about.
|by Anonymous||reply 19||02/21/2019|
When I was in kindergarten, I told my desk mate: "You talk too much." She told her mom, her mom told my mom, and my mom asked me whether I said that.
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I made snide comments about people who wear sweat pants.
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I came from a 2 parent home and turned my nose diwn at any one who didnt (i was in elementary school btw) couldn't have been more than 7 8 years old
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In the third grade, on the playground, I called an annoying classmate a buffoon.
I'm amazed I was never beaten up at school.
|by Anonymous||reply 23||02/21/2019|
I always thought David Sedaris must be an outlier, but apparently not, judging from the evidence presented here.
|by Anonymous||reply 24||02/21/2019|
I refused to go into a Sears or JC. Penney's.
|by Anonymous||reply 25||02/22/2019|
These responses would be hilarious if they weren't actually true. Fits in perfect though with the classist, self loathing snobs on here. I can guarantee that most of these nasty, effeminate fools are into leather.
P.S. R8, you're mother is a whore.
|by Anonymous||reply 26||02/22/2019|
I never got above my raising
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I once threw my bologna sandwich at the help at the club, because I ordered an abalone sandwich.
|by Anonymous||reply 28||02/22/2019|
O.P. is young Sheldon
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There was only one boy in my grade 4 class who came from a 'broken home'. His mother had a 'boyfriend' which was alien to everyone's experience and quite scandalous, we ostracised him.
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R26, you're mother is a whore? Oh, dear!
At least my mother understands proper grammar.
|by Anonymous||reply 31||02/22/2019|
You mean like using “you’re” instead of “your,” R31?
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R31, I apologize. You didn’t use the quote formatting, so I attributed the error to you.
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R26 I did not lie.
|by Anonymous||reply 34||02/22/2019|
My toys came from FAO Schwarz, mostly from Germany. I thought television advertised toys were vulgar, and I was not shy about letting others know it.
A subset of that: I thought Barbie was a whore. Any girl who played with Barbie would not come to a good end. I wasn't shy about expressing that either.
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Sometimes auto correct is a whore too r31.
It was also trying to force "whore" to be "who're"... Pull the stick out of your cunt.
|by Anonymous||reply 36||02/22/2019|
I simply refused to speak to anyone who didn't turn off autocorrect.
|by Anonymous||reply 37||02/22/2019|
I not only refused to speak to them, I had Jorge the gardener go to their homes late at night, sneak in, and lop off all their hair. And one eyebrow.
|by Anonymous||reply 38||02/22/2019|
I refused to pee in the school bathrooms because they were filthy.
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I turned a scrape on my arm to a story about how a rare statue fell dramatically from the third floor alcove, missing me by mere inches and shattering on the porcelain tile floor and that is why I can't participate in PE this afternoon.
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I clipped out photos from movie magazines and pretended they were pictures that I took over the weekend of my movie star friends. Christ, that's sad. LOL!
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You poor thing
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I imagine none of your teachers, family, or friends were surprised when you queens turned out gay
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That visual makes me LOL, R11.
|by Anonymous||reply 44||02/22/2019|
None. I was a humble child.
|by Anonymous||reply 45||02/22/2019|
R43, in my case , no. I did a show-and-tell in the third grade on my doll collection (fine antique dolls, not Barbie or Madame Alexander). I collected first editions of the Wizard of Oz books. If I went to the movies, it was to a revival house to see something by Busby Berkeley or Lillian Gish.
R26, I am not into leather. I am nobody's fool, and I am only nasty if I need to be.
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I would never be into leather. Ugh. The smell.
|by Anonymous||reply 47||02/23/2019|
: You think imagining movie stars were your friends was pathetic????? Where does that leave ME? I'm pushing 70 and still doing it.
|by Anonymous||reply 48||02/23/2019|
I'd pretend my parents were chauffeurs, and I'd sit in the back, occasionally waving like the queen of England as we drove along.
|by Anonymous||reply 49||02/23/2019|
I'd kiss mirrors as I passed them. Yes, I looked that good.
|by Anonymous||reply 50||02/24/2019|
[quote]I refused to drink from plastic cups and drink ware I would only drink from porcelain cups and glass ware.
[quote]I would only drink out of goblets, and demanded I have formal place settings.
I thought I was the only one who did that. We owned a very expensive, very beautiful set of imported blue cobalt wine goblets, which were only used on special dining occasions. Except in my case. The only way I'd drink my milk was if it were served in one of the cobalt goblets—and my parents actually allowed this! I wouldn't have put up with that shit for a second if I had been them, but I really was an adorable child, albeit one given to making grand entrances and exits for dramatic effect. Surprisingly, I turned out to be quite normal.
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Did you, though?
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I wore an ascot to Church and only spoke French in Sunday School Class. I was 9.
|by Anonymous||reply 53||02/24/2019|
I'd glide down the stairs like Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard awaiting her closeup.
|by Anonymous||reply 54||02/24/2019|
Thank you. We have now surpassed the inspiration for this thread. Please, carry on.
|by Anonymous||reply 55||02/24/2019|
R3 = Li'l Ina Rosenberg, a.k.a. "Pooty"
|by Anonymous||reply 56||02/24/2019|
As a child I wasn't comfortable wearing shirts without a collar. Luckily it was the 80s so polo shirts were readily available, but most of my classmates were slumming it in graphic t-shirts. You also never would have caught me barefoot outside the house or swimming- I detested having dirty feet!
|by Anonymous||reply 57||02/24/2019|
All my clothes had to be freshly pressed before I wore them when I was going out.
|by Anonymous||reply 58||02/25/2019|
I ran away from home when my parents refused to give me piano lessons. When they relented I learned my fingers were too small for the keys.
|by Anonymous||reply 59||02/25/2019|
I was never allowed piano lessons, so I drew and taped together a paper keyboard, and spent years in my room pretending to play. I pestered my friends who took lessons, and tried to make them teach me things. Of course they wouldn't, because they hated taking piano. I had the same obsession with ballet, and did the same kinds of things, practicing my positions, flouncing and leaping around my room year after year. Every railing was my "barre." Pathetic, I know. (The family could have afforded it, but my mother loathed me and favored my "normal" brother.)
The haughty bit was the way, for years, I pretended I'd had lessons in both, and would sigh knowingly and compliment the efforts of other kids, as if I were a retired professional.
|by Anonymous||reply 60||02/25/2019|
My older brother always insisted we take the slow, clunky Shaker Rapid in Cleveland, but much I preferred the sleek, modern CTS Rapid when going downtown. I liked all things thoroughly modern back in the sixties!
|by Anonymous||reply 61||02/25/2019|
At Halloween, I insisted that I be able to keep my 'trick-or-treat for Unicef" money because I deserved it much more than some smelly old kids in Africa.
|by Anonymous||reply 62||02/25/2019|
[quote]What haughty things did you do as a child?
I ignored the Datalounge.
|by Anonymous||reply 63||02/25/2019|
I marched over to a neighbor's house and told them off. I told them it was inconsiderate to allow "the old grandmother" to walk in the neighborhood during Halloween because little kids would think she's a real witch and be traumatized. The woman was not pleased but the man was doubled over laughing.
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That's hilarious r64
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Might I have some more?
|by Anonymous||reply 66||03/04/2019|
Op & many others... did you grow out of your behaviors or are you still assholes?
|by Anonymous||reply 67||03/04/2019|
R67 is banished.
|by Anonymous||reply 68||03/04/2019|
I was mad at a teacher who was mean to me. I said to her one day, "Is it true that those who don't do, teach?"
|by Anonymous||reply 69||03/04/2019|
[quote]"Is it true that those who don't do, teach?"
Actually, I did have the quote right when I said it to her. "Those who CAN'T do, teach."
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I sucked off Michael Jackson.
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I was mad at a teacher who was mean to me. I said to her one day, "Is it true that those who don't do, teach?" —She Had It Coming. Certain People Should Never Be Teachers Of Children
haha...that's great. Some teachers are true cunts, nothing more obnoxious than a teacher who thinks they're still in the classroom when they're not. Yes, you're sooo important because you're in charge of 30 ten year olds and dictate to them 5 days a week, but when you're outta school you're nobody, on a nobody wage.
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I sucked off Michael Jackson.
Meh, what ten year old boy didn't
|by Anonymous||reply 73||03/04/2019|
Sucking off Michael Jackson might be naughty, but it’s hardly haughty.
|by Anonymous||reply 74||03/07/2019|
R17 OP wishes
|by Anonymous||reply 75||03/07/2019|
I took my inspiration from the neighborhood muses.
|by Anonymous||reply 76||03/07/2019|
I once told my beloved grandmother that chunk light tuna looked and smelled like cat food. (To be fair, I was only repeating what I heard my parents say.)
|by Anonymous||reply 77||03/07/2019|
I had special Jackson Pollock juice boxes. I would not share them.
|by Anonymous||reply 78||03/07/2019|
R49 I did that too. Was fun to pretend my parents were my chauffeurs and sitting in the back seat. But I drew the line at pretending to be the Queen and waving.
|by Anonymous||reply 79||03/07/2019|
R26, you are correct. I'm into leather, but I tend to agree with you about the veracity of these accounts. Still, they're as funny as all hell. I love The Data Lounge.
As for me, well I can be haughty, and I remember being aghast at how the other half lived when I was a kid. A choice bon mot from yesteryear? Alas, I can remember none. But I can remember having fun with an acquaintance of my Mom, when she would call. The lady in question would ask to speak to my mother by using her first name. I would respond very haughtily, "Mrs. So and So is not available. May I take a message?" I soon had the dear lady referring to my mother by her honorific and surname.
More recently, a bank teller called me by my first name. I reeled back and responded, "Are you a close friend or relative? How dare you call me by my Christian name without my permission!" It was great fun, and the next time I came into the bank,I confessed to the teller that I was having some fun. He now calls me "Mr. So and So." And he must think of me as "That Arsehole!" Ha!!
|by Anonymous||reply 80||03/07/2019|
Regarding teachers. I know quite a few of them. To the point where I was asked to participate in program reviews in different schools around the state.
One school - we were reviewing a class that was teaching kids the MS Office suite. I noted they were doing a payroll sheet and they had a crib sheet given them by the teacher for the taxes etc.
I asked the teacher if they were ever going to cover entering a formula in a cell (They were using Excel) or perhaps even some VBA? What the teacher said floored me, "Oh that's computer programming and you need advanced math for that." I duly noted this comment in my report and said "No you don't need what I would consider advanced mathematics. All you need is understanding different number systems (Base 2, 8, 10, 16) and Algebra I. That's it - if you take Trig you could have an easier time with game programming but that's the extent.
I got a really nice letter from the state Department of Education for that one - they said it was honest and accurate and thanked me for the time I spent doing program reviews.
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Oh, where do I start?
|by Anonymous||reply 82||03/08/2019|
We shotgunned our parents.
Oh wait, you said HAUGHTY.
|by Anonymous||reply 83||03/11/2019|
Is that all there is, my friends?
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