Hmmmm...superman? DOn't think so. I grew up in a huge house with a marble staircase. My father a surgeon made lots of money. I started resenting, then despising my parents' wealthy friends and children from around 11 years old. I found them to be cruel, and stupid and despised how superficial they could be,. My parents would have big cocktail parties, where people wore suits and expensive dresses, there was decorum and all these weird expections about what people were supposed to wear and not wear, what you were supposed to talk and not talk about--no one considered not wealthy was ever invited. I never liked those things, in fact couldn't stand them, and as an autistic person there was no way to negotiate and deal with all the pretenses. I dreamed all the time about moving away to a place where I could belong (definitely didn't belong with wealthy people). Wound up working in homeless shelters for a few year--didn't have anything. Lived in a community of people who were in a commune, hippies. Now I live very modestly, wouldn't have any reason for hanging out with the upper class, and actually don't really ever meet rich peeople. But I like it like this. Superman? Nah. I don't like his tights.