Being called "privileged."
Now I know y'all figured I would start with this one. Since when did "privileged" become a dirty word? Oh yeah, since 2015 happened and everyone decided they were going to get offended by everything. Now, in no way would any child whose parents are well-off ever deny that they are, in fact, "privileged," but do you really have to remind us every day? I mean, I can open up Facebook at any point in my day and see someone say something about "white privilege," "upper class privilege," "middle class privilege"—see you cannot win here. And honestly we get it. You can stop reminding us now. In case you did not know, if you have a minimum wage job, you are already the one percent.
"It must be nice to get all of those handouts."
This is pretty much the bane of our existence. I have a question: Would it or would it not be irresponsible of me to deny the resources that are provided to me? Does it really matter that these resources just so happen to be from my parents? Personally, I think it would be a little ignorant of me to deny the resources. It is certainly not fair to condemn someone based off of how they utilize what is given to them. Would me using the resources my parents provide to me not be the same thing as people who get government assistance using those resources to better themselves? Maybe that's just my opinion.
Being called spoiled.
I, personally, think it's funny that this is a thing. You want to know why I got those new shoes? It was Christmas. You want to know why my parents gave me a new laptop? It was my birthday. You want to know why I have the car I have? Because the used car my parents bought for my older sister that was then handed down to me could not make the long trek to college with me. I never received gifts or new things any other time of the year but on Christmas and my birthday. Why on earth are you judging my character based on the material items I have? Personally, I think that shows a lot about your character to be honest.
"It must be nice to not have to work."
If there is one thing my parents—my mother especially—taught at me very, very young age it's that they are in no way an ATM. Yes, if I am struggling my parents send me a few bucks here and there, but I have learned not to ask. I have worked since I was 16. No, I did not have to pay any of my own bills, but at the same time I learned the value of a dollar. If I wanted new clothes, shoes, electronics, bags, anything, then it was my money that bought those things, but I had to remember that I needed to put gas in my car as well.
Now before you go scrutinizing me for victimizing myself let me just say that I know I am not a victim. I know there are way, way bigger problems in this world than someone calling me privileged. I'm just tired of hearing it.