You mean kinda like when I'm walking down the street in my town and white trash bro dudes throw half-empty cans of Bud Light at me from cars while yelling things like "Get a job, hippie!" when in reality, A: I'm not a hippie by any sense of the word and B: I make more money working for myself than they ever will slaving for somebody else? Or how about when dopey striped shirt, experimental eyewear-wearing art school kids come into my shop and talk down to me like they know more about what I sell than I do?

It goes in all directions and everyone has their own tiny little soapbox.