I won’t recommend that they hire you for that job, actually. And not only will I not call them back and say, “Yeah, you should hire her, she’d be great,” but I think I’ll call them and say, “No, in fact I think you’d be making a big mistake
(more) if you hired her, I can say that she is not the right person for this job, she will not do right by your organization and your clients, I know what you need, she’s just not it.”
Is that a horrible thing to do? You asked me to be a reference for you, I agreed. But maybe I knew, even when I agreed, that this is what I’d do if it came to it. And I’m doing it.
It’s not that you don’t love the kids—though I don’t think you really do, actually. I think you think you do, but you are so fucking patronizing, you can’t help yourself. You don’t get them enough to not be so patronizing. Maybe some rich white girls can, but not you. Shut up already, I can hear you, “I’m not rich.” Okay, but you aren’t poor either. You’ve never really been poor, you don’t know what that means. You with your perfect teeth, that orthodontic smile that I know must’ve cost your parents several thousand dollars. Those aren’t a poor girl’s teeth. Poor girls never have teeth like that. They just don’t.
I read in a zine once about the difference between being broke and being poor. You aren't really even broke--your clothes are too nice, your car is too nice, you always have enough gas in it, you can(less)
