I'm working class. Not because my family have always been skint or because I'm from the grim north, but because I am from a class of people who believe in work. In paying their way.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
Abstract sympathy with the working class as an economic entity is easy, but the feeling can vanish on contact with actual members of the group, who often arrive with disturbing beliefs and powerful resentments - who might not sound or look like people urban progressives want to know.
I come from a very working class background. My dad worked in a factory for 40 years. We all put ourselves through school.
I still consider myself working class. I know my circumstances have changed dramatically since I was growing up back in Birkenhead.
I come from a very working-class background.
Am I allowed to call myself working-class now? Because obviously I'm now very rich.
While unions did not play a part in my family life when I was being brought up, my early years were most certainly spent in a working-class community.
My family was mostly unemployed working class.
I come from a working-class background in Queens, New York.
I'm not from the working class. I'm from the criminal class.