Of all times and places, one stands above all as the most opportune time for discussing accredited matters. This, of course, is the middle class dinner party. As left wing political parties continue to shed the last vestiges of their original white working class core voting block, they have been revealed as the parties of middle class snobs and bourgeois virtue signalers that they always were, and enthusiastic arguments for their political positions have been increasingly relegated to the dining rooms of insulated middle class couples. Dinner parties are the perfect place to show your friends how progressive you are, and to boost your self-confidence with reciprocal validation.
A cosy middle class dinner party will inevitably begin with snacks of an exotic origin, showing off the hosts’ taste and sophistication, and devastating their guests’ sense of self-importance. After some initial pleasantries, the guests will inevitably retaliate by offering a little-known fine wine, the name of which will have been rehearsed many times beforehand for an elegant, off-the-cuff delivery. These displays of intellectualism will continue until it is settled that all attendants are of the highest class and likely live aristocratic lives of recreation, as opposed to slaving away in dark cubicles and spending the little free time they have arguing with each other, talking about the weather or wasting away in front of Netflix.
Once the sophistication of all attendants has been established, the hosts will likely open a more meaningful conversation with a snarky quip about current affairs in the accredited media, such as “so I suppose we’re all at the mercy of Russia now, hahah”, or “I’m glad all that right-wing nonsense about Hillary’s emails has finally been put to rest”, showing that they are highly astute and concerned about the broader issues in society, as opposed to just feathering their own nest and seeking validation. The other attendants will quickly respond with feigned concern or moral outrage, now that they are sure they can do so without causing any disagreement. Disagreement is one of the things that is not allowed at modern dinner parties, and the womyn will involve themselves in all conversations to make sure the men aren’t talking about anything contentious or inappropriate. Those who disagree with the prevailing accredited opinion daren’t speak up for fear of ostracism and disapproval, and are forced to play along grudgingly as the other guests congratulate each other on their dazzling knowledge of current affairs, and their worldly concern for society and the planet.
Dinner will normally be a fascinating foreign dish worthy of a backstory, which will be the opening topic of the dinner conversation, allowing the guests to segue into stories about their travels and experiences in exotic foreign lands. Eventually, as the alcohol kicks in, and the attendants revert to their animal instincts, the patriarchy starts to rear it’s ugly head, as the womyn start to gossip about people and clothes, leaving the men to talk in hushed tones about cars and the odd masculine political belief, such as the need to intervene militarily in Syria or Iran.
Middle class dinner parties are great places for petty, mediocre status-chasers to make each other feel like philanthropist celebrities who are a unique combination of smart, successful, informed and morally righteous – the ultimate Marxist gentleman who is both impossibly rich, but also terribly guilty about how privileged he is, which only adds to his allure. Or the fabulously rich lady of leisure, who spends her days reading dusty books on her fifty acre estate, and travelling the world tasting all kinds of exotic dishes. Kind of like a character from a Woody Allen movie. Progressives are clearly the highest status and most educated people around, and we’re no longer ashamed to admit it. We’re not the proletariat, but we know what’s best for them, and if they won’t vote for us, well then we’ll just have to replace them with immigrants. It’s for their own good, and it’s important that we remain the dominant voting block no matter what, because we are the aristocrats who were born to run the world.