"You were fed the silver spoon your entire life, weren't you?"

I've gotten this comment on a few occasions, and although I agree that it is a cutting insult, it couldn't be further from the truth. While I don't necessarily have anything against the type of people who were fed from silver spoons — they had no control over their upbringing —I grew up dining with 18 kt. gold, high-end Italian cutlery, until my seventh birthday when my parents finally upgraded my personal set to 24 karat utensils with tiny portraits of my favorite Michelin-starred chefs engraved on each. Just because my mother and father occasionally fail (sometimes miserably) at providing a perfect life for me, doesn't mean you can just make ignorant assumptions about their standards for tableware. They taught me from an early age that none of my orifices deserve to be treated like second place finishers. Even the shittiest ones.

As their oldest child, it's my job to give them constructive criticism and negative feedback when they slip up at parenting. And if anyone is going to say they "fucking hate" my mom, it's going to be me. Not some random tool on the internet.

"You don't know what it's like to work a real job and have real responsibilities"

Out of all the misconceptions I see about myself from bitter trolls online, this one boils my blood the most. Just because I came from extreme wealth and my parents have always made it a point to send me an overabundance of money on a weekly basis, doesn't mean that I don't know what it's like to work for a salary and suffer from the trials and tribulations of a real job.

Imagine being so dedicated to your job as a speedy delivery driver that you go out of your way to force one of your loved ones to purchase you a vehicle that can go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. You probably can't fathom that level of commitment, huh? Now imagine shattering local franchise records with that automobile, only to be out-tipped by a middle-class, acne-infested high school bitch with a Pontiac Sunfire. A fucking Sunfire? Do you think I just sat around whining like an entitled brat after that happened? Nope. How about after I got simultaneously fired and arrested just for running a red light at a non-busy intersection and blowing a 0.23? Not even close. So don't even try to come at me like I don't know what it's like to struggle or be poor, just because I'm rich and spoiled. Truth is, I know exactly what it's like to work for nothing and live in poverty.

Do you think my parents just handed me that Tesla? No. They handed me the keys and forced me to adjust the driver's seat and touchscreen settings on my own.

I still work my butt off to grow as a better person while battling adversities that make life harder for anyone.

Do you know what it's like to put yourself through the daily grind of being an up-and-coming Internet Comedian, only for one of your tweets to end up, uncredited, on a Buzzfeed listicle or Instagram meme page? Imagine spending dozens and dozens of seconds painstakingly brainstorming and concocting a 140 character masterpiece that ends up being seen and snickered at by thousands of people, and not getting a single cent for it. And then some entitled douchebag, who gets paid to listen to podcasts while mindlessly staring at decoy spreadsheets, harasses you on Twitter for not having a "real job."

Oh, serving time as a struggling e-comic isn't "gritty" enough for you? Then imagine finally getting to return home after being deployed overseas for an extended period of time, and before you're even done unpacking all your luggage, you find out that you have to immediately go back overseas…

And imagine being in the midst of coping with the fact that you're about to be stationed on a boat off the coast of third-world shit holes in the middle of hurricane season, and still having to deal with people harassing and cyber bullying you online.

Just because I spent two-and-a-half months having fun with my friends in Europe, doesn't mean it was some type of "vacation" for me. The view of the Mediterranean coast from the Monte Carlo Resort after a mid-day rain storm isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It's intimidatingly hot supermodels in bikinis and uncomfortably clear, turquoise water, too. I'll never forget standing on the overwhelming, inner-city streets of Monaco in sub-75 degree weather and hopelessly trying to hail a cab for almost several minutes straight before finally realizing that taxi bookings in the country are legally required to be made in advance. Do you know how hard it is to decipher the broken English of a Monégasque-speaking townsperson? Didn't think so. But yeah, make my unfortunate situation all about you…

Oh, you wanna trade places with me, Jordann? Newsflash sis: I already walked a mile in your shoes. Maybe you should try yachting a nautical mile in my suede loafers. Oh wait, let me guess—you're probably too afraid of getting sea sick and throwing ip.

Lastly, one of my biggest pet peeves as a journalist at a prestigious media company is seeing people on Twitter loosely and unfairly tossing around words like "spoiled" and "privileged" to describe younger colleagues of mine who were forced to go to public schools and share theatre rooms with their siblings. How do you think I feel, as someone who actually earned those adjectives, when I see my personality traits likened to a group of fake-chain-wearing, bedraggled slugs who dress like the mannequins at a Pilot travel center?

“You’re probably used to your parents always cleaning up after you.”

False. Disgustingly false, actually. One of the first values that was ever instilled in me by my parents was to never expect them to clean up my own messes. That wasn’t their job. Or mine.

Bless my father's fragile heart for teaching me to never forget my true worth, and to always use my best skills, manipulation and fabrication, to get what I deserve.

I may lack financial responsibility and may not have fully grasped the concept of good decision-making yet.

One day, I will though. I'm a young adult, I'm still learning. I am forever thankful for parents like mine that allow me to enjoy the world to the fullest before I become consumed in it. And I know my younger sister is too.