I think the chance for snobbery in Türkiye is actually higher. The differences in income are much bigger in Türkiye than the ones in the UK. The difference between wealth and poorness, that is. Therefore snobbery from higher up on the lower classes is more likely, because there is more difference. Who whould be bothered to look down up on someone who may not wear designer shoes, but practically lives next door and pays the same rent?

And subconscious, yours wás a personal attack and also a rude reaction to Lyndie, which was totally unappropriate.

I also agree with Meltem about the educational part. We mustn't forget.. you cannot help it if you can't afford education or if you just don't have the capacity to study more. Nobody can be blamed for that. But there's one thing we easily forget.. education puts you in a certain environment which really affects your behavior. So even if you are interested in culture and have good ideas about life, the chance that you will be in the 'group' of 'uneducated ones' and have a, partly, similar lifestyle, is likely. This ofcourse doesn't count for everybody, don't get me wrong. I don't want to be seen as someone who thinks very black white, because i don't. But in a discussion like this (about the turkish man, not the whole snobbery-iraq-ware-i-have-no-more-arguements-so-i-made-this-up-discussion), it is impossible not to speak a little bit in general. Because yes. I am high educated, following the highest education possible, getting quite good grades, very likely to also earn my master degree within time. But i don't know life half as much as those men in Türkiye.

I downloaded 1988 - Ilhan Irem - from that thread you made back then. But it takes a password to open the zipped file and i forgot the password

And Al beni has a good chance of getting into my favourite-music-list!

Beatles - When I'm sixty-four

When I get older losing my hair many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter to three would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Oh, you'll be older too - Ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we could rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight ,
If it's not too dear
We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?