The car saw me and swerved out of the way just in time (thank God).The other time, I was racing another young brat in his BMW on a backcountry road.I roll my eyes at the bottle-blonde girls in heels clutching their designer bags walking down Bedford Avenue in the middle of a weekday, on their way from Starbucks to a designer store. We trust-funders can never and would never defend ourselves publicly, because as a rule we do not like to talk about money and our easy possession of it.But I would like to break that rule and humbly give it a shot.
I didn’t realize how quickly I was coming up behind another car—it looked like it was standing still—until my friend riding shotgun started screaming.I find myself deriding the trust fund babies, though not in so many words. But I’m sure those girls — well, some of them — are really nice once you get to know them.I criticize the people who live in high-rise, Miami-style glass condos and park their cars in the garages below when public transportation is just a few blocks away. And I hope once you get to know me, you’ll decide I’m not so terrible, even though I haven’t fully convinced myself of that yet.The phrase has become a catch-all for the millennial men and women hanging out in the trendiest coffee shops all day, enjoying cold brews in the trendiest parts of Brooklyn (or L. or wherever), while the rest of the world is slogging away at work.But most of us trust-funders don’t relate to those stereotypes.