the old Archie movie where Jughead raps "Sugar Sugar."
I cannot adequately describe to you how disturbed I am to know that I share the same time-stream and planet with such a thing. Fortunately, I am already undergoing two kinds of relevant therapy.
I am not for a single moment attempting to psychoanalyze anyone, yet---Your perspective here reminds me of the stated "mission" of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA): the re-creation and re-enactment of the "better parts" of post-Roman-Empire European and Asian history and culture. No plagues, no capricious killing of lower-class residents, no Crusaders ankle-deep in the blood and gore of innocents.
In other words, I see a yearning for the more relaxing and likeable trappings and behaviors of what I consider to be a vile and outmoded subculture, sans the cruelty and aristocratic bullshit.
I grew up as far from that milieu as one could without living in abject squalor; my formal education took place in public institutions, which are not without their own snobberies (see also: Louisiana State University; the few alumni of LSU I met thought they were bestowed with some kind of superior Southern je ne sais quoi). My childhood contained (as I later discovered) plenty of barely-hidden strife and animosity, yet the home of my youth and the memories therein in Sunnyvale, California still haunt my dreams.
You may want to ask: if you could easily and without obstruction "work (your) way back into that life," would you truly desire it? I would bet money I have yet to possess that your answer is "no."
I'm not sure about "dahri D" however; that person is going to great pains in a desultory defense of blue-blood society.
If it helps, I do not own any navy blue sweaters, and only one cardigan.