What are you doing?” I dropped the dress and whirled…
““What are you doing?” I dropped the dress and whirled around. Stephen stood in the doorway of the closet, looking at me steadily. “Nothing,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s a beautiful dress.” “It’s my mother’s. What are you doing in her closet?” I struggled to come up with something, anything that made the tiniest bit of sense. “She came to see me today,” I blurted. “Told me to stay away from you. She said I wasn’t good enough to date you. I didn’t believe her.” I paused for dramatic effect. “But now I look at your big house with your mother’s fancy walk-in closet. Any one of these dresses cost more than my whole wardrobe. And I’m thinking maybe she’s right. I can’t compete with the rich girls. I don’t belong in this world.” Pass me the Academy Award. I don’t know how I did it, but hysterical-girl tears sprung from my eyes as I ran out of the room and down the grand staircase.””
About This Quote
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A character feels insecure about wealth and belonging, using a dramatic confession to expose class anxieties.
In simple terms: Insecurity about class and belonging.
Acknowledge and confront class insecurities.
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Type
When to use this quote
- therapy sessions
- role‑play exercises
- writing workshops
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How does wealth affect your self‑worth?
- What steps can you take to feel belonging?
May oversimplify complex class issues.