Saturday night, my friend, her brother and I caught the Caltrain and went to San Francisco. On the train ride there, I made some off-hand joke about her brother being blue collar. Two days later, I get a call from her saying she has to "get some things off her chest". So, I meet her at the bar and she proceeds to tell me that I've changed and all I do is talk about money. The whole thing was pretty weird for me actually. I've been accused of a lot of things (most of them true) but I've never been accused of being superficial or money obsessed. I pride myself on the fact that I drive a shitty Honda in the valley of BMW's and Lexuses. I'm stoked that I spend $500 less a month on rent than anyone I know and live without a washer and dryer. I do admit to bringing up my fashion game. I definitely spend a lot more on clothes but who cares? I had to remind her of my own meager beginnings as the daughter of a retired Marine and a Bank teller. I had to remind her that most of my friends don't make any money and that I've never judged them as a result. After all of this, she says to me, "You make way more money than I do." To which I responded, "That's your issue, not mine."
After all was said and done, I told her I wouldn't bring up money or class around her again. It won't be hard for me, since I rarely bring it up. I think its mostly her own issues rather than mine. But part of me really doesn't think its fair that I can't talk about what I want to talk about it. It's not my fault she's super sensitive. Whatever.