Heading Down The Social Ladder - 1476 Words

Heading down the social ladder Once upon a time, in a starry night of May, the stirring of a little girl broke the quiet of a luxurious private clinic perched on the mountain overlooking the Gulf of Tigullio, one of the pearls of the Italian coasts. The single room adorned with flowers and a large sea view window seems anything but a hospital room, and the white ivory dresses adorned with lace and satin ribbons worn by the newborn baby girl blatantly reflect the high social level to which my family belongs. At home, it has been lovingly prepared a wrought iron crib hand-painted by a local artist, and lined with satin and lace decorations worthy of a princess, to welcome my first sweet nights of sleep. Although coming from different social†¦show more content†¦From the encounter, I should say clash, of two realities so divergent and a subsequent disastrous fall from the social ladder, it is born a visionary, humanitarian, and dreamer, who seems inconsistent with the existing social classes, such as myself. Having developed distaste for labels and the rules for ‘labeling’ things, I had to re-analyze the concept of social class to understand how the society categorizes people who, like me, choose to create their path, rather than follow the paths already beaten —thus moving away from the need of a social identity. The social class is a hierarchy in which groups of individuals share the same socioeconomic status (â€Å"Social class†). This definition sounds as a jarring note. There is no wonder that the concept of social class is, to my mind, abstruse and inconvenient as a pair of shoes one size smaller, by growing up in a conflictual inter-class family. Furthermore, the lack of appreciation for the two families of origin, and the ‘explosive’ relationship between my parents —genius and recklessness him, and intellectual and conformist her— have not favored the development of a social identity, already undermined by an extreme sensitiveness, which distinguished me since childhood. There is something angelic about this little girl, my nanny often heard people say while I was talking gaily with