Any ethnic of a certain age has had a WASP sting. You never forget it. And you never forgive.
In her CAREERIST column Vivia Chen discusses the demise of the WASP Establishment in law. I imagine that their reign of manners was not pretty.
But it had to be tame compared to their one-time dominance in elite universities' departments of English Literature. Because of government mispredicting a desperate need for humanities professors, I wound up in one of those WASP nests. Brutal.
The next worst experience was living in the Greenwich, Connecticut area, which I recount in my novel THE FAT GUY FROM GREENWICH.
The third worst was being a short hypomanic female in a Southern-based WASP corporation like Gulf Oil in the late 1970s.
On the other hand, it wasn't all that hot being among the Roman Catholic Establishment either when their authority and credibility were at their peak. The only difference between WASP and Catholic institutions was the lack or presence of a crucifix.