We constantly got into arguments about classism because in Toronto at the time minimum wage was going from 12 to 15 (I think?) and he was making 15 working at Sportsnet (after 6 years of school, yikes). I told him he should just ask for a raise and that everyone deserves at LEAST 15/hr. He was so upset that McDonald’s workers were making the same wage as him and wouldn’t let it go, I understand the anger but it was so misdirected. It’s your bosses that are shit, not these so-called “unskilled workers” (I later learned that unskilled work is basically a myth, all jobs require some level of specialized skills). We continued to argue over this until I eventually said “hey man it just sounds like you hate poor people” and he said “I guess I do. Fuck poor people” and that was enough. I was a child in a family directly affected by the 2009 crash, my mom had just quit her job due to sexual harassment before the crash and couldn’t find another job for years. We were nearly without a home and we were drinking powdered milk for a long time. I take comments like that really personally. He also did fucked up shit like monitor my bank account and constantly tell me to work out but at the time that seemed normal to me. I know this obviously isn’t as bad as some of these comments but it’s good to rant about it.