When I’m meeting my partner’s extended family for the first time, his rather well-off aunt latches onto the fact that I might be from a different socio-economic background and takes the opportunity to grill me about every life detail: who are my parents; what they did for work; what sort of house I lived in as a child; where I attended college…you get the idea. Much to her chagrin, I reveal that I didn’t go to college and did in fact grow up poor in rural America. Another family member has to tell her to leave me alone.