17 HIGH CLASS HABITS

High Class Habits You Never Learned

Aug 09, 2026

Why would I fly my girl back into the armpit of America?

Just the other day there was a mass shooting at the Space Needle.

Thankfully we were safe inside The Pink Door sipping Martinis.

Last time I was here, I left with the finest thing this city ever held. Daisy. Stole her away in my carry-on, and the city’s been grey about it ever since.

I came back to see if I can raid anything else from this Sodom Seattle.

CALL IT A VICTORY LAP.

Mostly, if I am being honest, I just wanted to walk through the

wreckage tan, golden, and glowing and take notes on everything the masses of the low class are doing.

For you, my beloved reader. You’re welcome.

It is a grey morning and we have nowhere to be for a while.

“Dais lets walk to this coffee shop a bit further up the hill, I gotta fuel up.”

I throw on a white Ralph Lauren linen shirt and roll the sleeves up, dark-wash Prada jeans hanging loose over my Common Projects Achilles. Daisy keeps it simple, Toteme jeans, and a black tank.

We stroll up the hill into Macrina’s and the barista assaults my eyes. Brown Lord Farquaad hair. A fat naked woman tattooed on his arm. Some band’s logo splattered across his shirt like he puked on it himself.

Fuck, it is easy to stand out in this crowd.

Daisy and I are fucking unicorns.

There is 8 staff in here, 5 girls and 3 guys. All pasty pale, dyed hair, and tattooed to the fucking brim. Wearing the craziest outfits. None of them could bench even the fucking bar, even though they weigh enough to enter powerlifting competitions.

It’s summer fuckers, why aren’t you tan?

“I’ll have a double espresso and a pot pie for my baby and a orange juice.”

He flips the tip screen at me. Shaking my head. I don’t tip. Go work a man’s job.

I turn and scour the crowd.

Skinny jeans guy hovering over some spreadsheet. Two fat girls with shaved heads discussing something about Trump this or that.

Seattle, the city that was supposed to be the counter culture, the rebels, has dissolved into the perfect example of what the masses are doing today. Tech desk job types, pale and tatted. Caught in the whirlwind hypnosis of a lobotomized political environment that has the lower masses handing their brains away.

The government played chess with these stupid sheep and has them fighting and embodying the exact things they want them to. Counter culture my ass. Sheep the lot of them .

I am an alien in this city.

I stroll around with a deep tan and linen flowing shirt, flashing my silver Cross necklace and my bright golden blonde hair and my eyes that glare with pride of who I am.

I walk out the coffee shop with disgust heavy in my mouth and a chronic fentanyl addict comes running by moaning some weird noise. I look over to my right and a guy is standing sideways. Doing the fent lean. Swae Lee’s Sunflower plays in my head, “looking at you sideways, party on tilt.”

I am in the armpit of the lower class. Where are all the upper class fleeing to, because it sure as hell ain’t downtown Seattle.

To their credit it is much cleaner here than last time. I heard from a local when the World Cup came here they rounded up all the plentiful homeless people and sent them on a boat to one of the islands in the area. Some of them have found their way back against all odds. They were even soaping the sidewalk outside McDonald’s on Pine Street.

Class is downstream from self respect, and this city has none.

The old status symbols are dead.

The funniest thing about trying to look high class is you are probably using yesterday’s status symbols.

By the time the gutter classes figure out what the higher class is doing, the higher class has moved on.

Status has always worked this way throughout all of recorded history.

In the olden days of the Kings and Queens, fatness was aristocratic, desirable, hard to attain. A man with a fat wife was a high status symbol, meant her husband was a rich man. There is a reason all the kings during this period were painted with rotund bellies and plump faces. Nowadays they stuff the pig masses with shitty abundant food and the opposite holds true. A wife with skinny arms and collarbones is the status symbol. Thanks Daisy.

Soft hands and minimal muscle mass used to be a high status symbol. The Mandarin Scholars of Imperial China would grow their fingernails inches long. The Europeans would wear gloves to prevent their hands from roughing up. Physical strength used to be deemed a sign of the oxen lower class. Now desk jobs have claimed the masses, and a good physique and markers of physical strength are an extremely high status symbol because money can’t buy them.

Brand name clothing in recent times was a sign of high status. With the introduction of fake shit, quiet luxury became the status symbol.

In recent history, the paler the skin, the higher the status symbol, because all the serfs and slaves and peasants were out working in the sun. Nowadays we have white girls lathering themselves up left and right with self tanner. I myself have a golden skin tone out here in Hawaii, and when I visit the mainland people fawn over and are stunned by my tan skin and bright blonde hair.

The signal was never the fucking thing. The signal was the scarcity of the thing.

HERE ARE THE NEW HABITS OF THE HIGH CLASS

**The Ambassadors** - Hans Holbein the Younger

17 HIGH CLASS HABITS

1. Quality Is of Utmost Importance

He buys fewer things, but the best versions of said things. Watching how people value this differently shows a lot. Quality over quantity, the slut fuckers and the H&M polyester wearers will always be low class.

I stopped drinking cheap liquor at 25 and my life changed.

The masses of the low class drink cheap shit, fuck cheap women, eat cheap food, read cheap books, consume cheap media, and then wonder why their existence tastes like off brand diet cola.

Quality is a form of prayer.

2. They Judge People. Openly.

The sheep shout do not judge as their lives and spirits melt into a piss puddle not even a dog would drink from. The high class discriminate constantly, in taste, company, standards. They flush the diseased from their immune system and stay as far away as they can from those kinds.

Judgment is the immune system of a class.

3. In Prime Shape but Never Identifies as “The Fitness Guy”

The gym obsessed are never the cool ones. How many triathlon racers you see with a crip chick on his arm and living the life? Nerds to the core.

The high class man is lean and well built but never makes fitness the main point. They actually might not even admit to working out.

Prime genetics.

Statistically, it is easier to become a millionaire than have a six pack. For men over 35, around 10% are millionaires, but only an estimated 0.004% (1 in 25,000) maintain a visible six-pack.

4. Leaving a Bit of Food on the Plate at End of Meal

To establish dominance over the food.

Gluttony is peak low class behaviour in the modern age.

5. They Skip College

College education used to be a huge advantage and the aristocrat’s credential. Now everyone has the useless piece of fucking paper and 100k in debt. A college degree is not scarce anymore and not the flex you think it is.

The library mixed with real life and heavy balls made more dangerous men anyways.

6. High Degree of Literacy

With doomscrolling and brain rotting algorithms claiming the masses, the ability to read at a high level, speak with fluent eloquence, and translate your thoughts into language is an extremely high status symbol.

Resist the poisoning of your mind, read a book today, write a fuck you letter!

7. Educate Themselves Beyond Schooling

High class humans read and expand their knowledge in areas needed or what naturally pulls them to. Breadth of knowledge. The high class want to be prime conversationalists, so they stock up on interesting topics and history and philosophy to satisfy the intellectual desire that runs in the higher classes.

8. Doesn’t Speak On Money or the Prices

You scoff at a $40 steak at Chilis. Where we are eating there isn’t even a price on the menu.

He doesn’t ask you how much your vehicle cost, or how much you make, or how much you made off that investment. The low class do this because they are more animal like, sniffing each others asses for rank in a much too obvious way.

9. Paying Cash for Everything

They buy the car like they are buying a Subway sandwich. They buy their house straight up and bypass those stupid fucking bank loans. They do not fuck themselves over and willingly hand extra money to institutions they understand all too well.

10. Subtle Flexes for Those That Know

The painting hanging in their house they hired the heist men to get for them… ughhh definitely not speaking from experience.

The Zegna leather jacket only those who know know how much it cost or even what brand it is. They are flexing for their crowd, which is much different than those of the doldrums. A T shirt with a Gucci logo vomited onto the chest won’t cut it.

11. Decisiveness

Quick to make decisions. Moves fast in business and in life. They have adopted mental frames and models and philosophies to become a weapon.

They are competitive to the max degree, so do you think they really have the mental space to be pondering what appetizer they really really want and if $12 is asking too much?

Please…

12. Makes the Difficult Things Look Effortless

Of course his business and ventures are going splendid, because that is just how the world fucking works for this guy.

13. Taking Responsibility for Their Life

They learn to invest for themselves, put effort in for the life they want, and do not expect handouts. They frame everything for the positive and always win. The quite literal opposite of the victim mindset.

14. Wants to Pay for Those He Cares About

It is high class to want to pay for the entire bill. It is actually a competition between them.

The best move is to excuse yourself to the bathroom and hand your card to the waitress on the way, discreetly.

15. Dresses for the Occasion

Their presence elevates the rooms they enter.

Daisy and I have looked so fly we got our meal pro bono for being the best dressed couple in the place.

16. Marrying Young, and Having a Big Family Is the New Yacht

Getting married at 25 is now more rebellious than anything your grandfather feared. The tattoos went corporate. The piercings for the cattle. The rebellion got bought and resold (Seattle bought majority shares). But a young man choosing one girl for life and starting a family while the culture screams at him to keep swiping, now that is class.

17. Carries His Class With Him Anywhere

No matter where the high class in spirit are placed, or what dire circumstances they are under, they hold their head high and keep faith.

In Jail I watched this inmate Baron. He kept his cell like an officer’s quarters. He had a neat stack of books next to his bed he had devoured recently. I let him keep extra books under his mattress. Real recognizes real what can I saaaay. He spoke to everyone in the same tone, he wore his uniform with class and it was always pristine. I watched men a head taller than him backstep from him in fear. Entire dayrooms would enter silence when he walked out. He owned a uniform, a bible, a bar of soap, and a secret stash of books and he was the highest class man I saw in that hellhole.

Class is downstream from self respect. The low class man has none, so he performs for the audience of the world, molding and gelding to try and fit in. He looks to the wrong models. The high class person is not only high class in appearance and conduct but in the view of themselves.

That view survives beaches, coffee shops, and cages.

Dais and I are back sitting on the balcony overlooking the city of Seattle and the boats coming in, cruise ships and tankers. She slides over the pot pie giving me the last bite. I pick it up and feed it to her and she laughs. And even in this grey sky, grey world, and grey city my world lights up.

The espresso swirls down and thankfulness floods me. Thank God For The Day and for raising me higher God. Thank You. My mind got more expensive, then my life did. This one shows you how to raise your price as well. THE ART OF BECOMING EXPENSIVE.

GOD BLESS THE WOLVES.

God Help The Rest.

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