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From a woman younger than I, (who as far as I know didn't live at the house) in regards to the loud drumming (as in, from a drumkit) that I was complaining about emanating from the premises. She was about the right age to be the girlfriend of the fellow who drums. Whose parents own the house, so far as I know.

I lost it.
I didn't rant or rave or yell. I DID swear. Once. And felt dirty and ashamed, afterwards. Not just for the swearing, but for the blast of emotion, being overcome by feeling.

How long has control been a marker of breeding and class - specifically the upper classes - in Western society?
I have some notion that it's linked to the Victorians.
Certainly, in current society we consider control of emotion and reaction to be a marker of adulthood, as [personal profile] mossy pointed out in her recent post over at Mothers For Women's Lib discussing how "behaving childishly" is linked to behaving in a manner that is lower on the pecking order than the person doing the accusing.
Working class people are often depicted as being drunk (with attendant abuse and anger), joyful, exuberant in their expressions. I'm reminded of that Simpsons episode where Marge wants to join the country club, in fact - and the difference between Homer and the children's expression of their feelings versus the reserved manner that Marge's new friends used even when being nasty to her (such that it wasn't utterly ridiculous when it was revealed they were going to be welcomed to join permanently, towards the end of the episode).

Has all this pontificating and intellectualising helped my situation any?
Not especially, but I've calmed down significantly, and am probably going to be speaking to the local council; about Noise Abatement Orders!

Date: 2009-10-16 10:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mossy
You know, it's interesting because I didn't intentionally draw that comparison when I wrote the article, in fact I'd not really given that any thought! But you're right, of course.

Date: 2009-10-16 11:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mossy
My mother is a snob too, or at least was when I knew her. Despite her own working class roots, despite living in a council house on a council estate living on state benefit to the point where we got free EU surplus food at one point, she would *insist* that we were middle class and we were better than the unwashed who, you know, lived next door. And in the entire street. And basically the whole town. Although that was partly a religious thing too. But yeah. She was better, apparently.


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