Sex and the City bitches are disgusting. I hate to admit this, but I take pleasure in the thought of them spending their middle-aged years sobbing every time a school bus passes by.
Someone needs a double-helping of "It's not about you."
Your cocoon may work for you, but its not reality.
There's nothing wrong with being a judgemental prick, but it doesn't work well with "I'm just good-hearted and caring".
"I still do look down, reflexively, upon any "profession" connected to real estate. I can honestly say I'd never marry a woman who worked in RE, and only a woman from a real estate family if she had been purified through an elite college, a filter I otherwise don't care about in the slightest."