Lets be real for a second we are living in a world obsessed with the outward signs of success the job title, the car, the zip code, the designer labels most times they are fake but who cares as long as they look gorgeous on the camera, it’s easy to get swept up in the idea that your bank account defines your worth or "class." But recently I came across a piece that hit me right in my gut It wasn't about stocks or salaries It was about something far more fundamental class in hygiene habits and home training.
It made me pause and rethink because honestly I've seen it too paparazzi in the society that impeccably dressed executive who leaves a public restroom without washing their hands and influencers with the flawless feed whose apartment looks like a tornado hit it when the camera's goes off worse the person with all the material trappings who treats service staff with utter disrespect and belittling.
The true refinement that sticks isn't just bought It's lived and ingrained in the seemingly small everyday actions that reveal who we are when no one is looking and how we treat the people who can do nothing for us.