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Don't hate the player, hate the game!

My parents have had a hard life.

My mother grew up in Northern China, though some may argue she had a nice rural up bringing, the house which she lived in was a little concrete block. Not toilets. No hot water. No heating. No air conditioning. She four sisters. She was pulled out of school at age 9, and forced to work as a maid in a city on the other side of China to raise money for her family.

My father grew up in Northern England. His parents were both nurses, and going through a messy divorce through his teen years. He lived at the bottom of society, in a room like a prison cell.

My Father went to university when he graduated school, and my mother managed to get a modelling job, that led her to a hostess job in an expensive hotel.

On my dad's first business trip at the age of 23, he met mum, and they got married 4 years later, and had me.

Don't hate the player, hate the game!

Until I was 3, we were just an average family, we lived in a bungalow of 6 people. My mum, dad and I all lived in the same room my dad grew up in as a teenager, there was no space. My parents' combined income was around £30,000. Between six people mind you, plus a baby, that's not much.

My dad had his career break.

Life changed a lot.

I'm not going to give numbers, but he's done very well.

I'm so proud of him. He's been very successful. and he loves his job too. My mother stopped working years ago. She spends her time making connections and travelling with him.

We moved to Switzerland for better tax levels. I was sent to the best boarding school in existence.

While I'm away at school, my parents are in New York, Masai Mara, Tokyo, Capri... etc

My life, and my life prospects have changed crazily, because of my father's success.

It's almost unfair. I am at the best school. I have the best teachers, food, clothes, everything. I've travelled all over the world. I'll most likely go to an amazing university, get a high paid job, and then marry some centi-millionaire. I'm going to see everything I want to see, and have everything I want to have. My life, and the lives of all the girls at my school is almost too easy. We have direction. We're going to have the opportunity we could ever need.

My dad sometimes comes into my room, really mad. And he complains that I never ask for anything. He looks in my wardrobe and tells me that I don't have enough clothes for a teenage girl. Then we go shopping in Milan. He's like this for my mum too. Takes us out, and gives us anything we breathe on. He's such a giving person. It's incredible. Sometimes I don't realise how lucky I am.

At my school we have something called the bubble. It's the idea that outside our school gates, the world is a completely different place.

It's so different, it can be unnerving.

I'm economics student. So I have a certain grasp on realism, compared to my friends, I understand that most people, have not left the country, cannot speak another language, get Bs, shop at H&M, and will earn £30,000. Because unlike some of my friends, I am not old money rich. However I can see how easy it can be to get caught in the 'bubble'. When your school fees alone are the same cost as the yearly income of an average person... life can get rather surreal.

For example. My boyfriend, he's from an old money background. He goes to the best university in the world, and lives on the most expensive street in London. When he's not studying, he's jetting to the most famous hotels and cities in the world. When would he see real life? Never. A normal person would never even see him. The supermarket? You can forget it, he doesn't shop. Cinema? Nope, private screening. Train? More like helicopter. Airport? Nope private entrance. What about a clothes shop, like Chanel? They have private suites for important customers.

So, the high income and low income earners mixing? You can forget it. A poor girl marrying a rich man? Never going to happen. You'd never even see one long enough to get his attention.

That rich kids of Instagram thing, the posing, the beaches, the models. Never going to school and failing life, the useless spawn of a rich man... Yeah, those families aren't really rich.

The true wealthy don't have Instagram. In fact, you've probably never heard of them. They stay undercover. The rich are smart. And ruthless. All are straight A* students. It's not fake either. They'll take all the best jobs.

I want to deliver one cold hard truth. That 'money doesn't buy happiness' charade is propaganda developed by the wealth and fed hand to mouth to the poor so make them believe that they can be happy in a one bedroom mouldy apartment. Hollywood is also propaganda. It's a distraction! Do you think anyone rich watches TV??

Time and time again, I hear billionaires talk about how sad it is too see those without money, but with real potential diminish in the dust of society. But we would never do anything about it. It's the Tragedy of Commons. Why would should we make you richer? Why should I ever help you? The system that makes the poor rich will make the rich poorer. So nothing is ever going to change.

The only way to beat the system is to work your butt off. Like my father did. Life is cruel. But it can be done. I'm living proof. Life is unfair, do something about it.

So I private school kids say that school's not a big deal... it doesn't really matter... it's not the end of the world. Fine then. fine if you want to believe that. Life's not a big deal. You can be a hot dog vendor as long as you're happy. Go ahead. Eat the lies and propaganda and nothing will change.

So don't mind me being a bitch and going to party in Italy this weekend.

Don't hate the player, hate the game!
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