Is it kinda sexy to be poor?
I was listening to the song Common People by the band Pulp and I realized this: it's kinda sexy and stylish to be a poor person living in a favela tier house, at the throes of life, stressed, making minimum wage in a bydlo work, having to save the smallest amount of money in a supermarket trip, riding the bus everyday surrounded by refugees and immigrants, not going out, not wearing fancy clothes, not owning a car. If someone is physically cute and attractive on top of poor, it is even cooler, it gives an air of rough diamond, of blue eyed blonde barbarian, of boywhore.
Or am I wrong and this is a cope?