For the rich, the benefits are obvious. Power, comfort, safety, opportunity... the list is long.
For the poor, you own the moral "high-ground". The poor are "victims" and are given societal benefits and "resources" (i.e. Money).
The middle class, often referred to as the "working class", our great power is that we, well... we work. We are used by the rich, and support the poor.
We buy silly crap with our left-over money. Admit it. You do. But we also pay our bills. Pay the rent / mortgage. The power, water, the phone bill.
We also feed ourselves. With food that we buy. Our sweat feeds our families. Not literally, of course. That would be gross.
The rich eat-out. Or they have folks buy and prepare food for them. (If you use "Blue Apron" or such nonsense, stop pretending to be middle class. You're rich.)
The poor are given food stamps (EBT) and their kids get free meals from their school. Good on you. Work that system. Make sure you have enough cash left to buy a case of Bud and a carton of Camels.
Not sure if you're middle class? Have you ever got the "loaf" of bread (two heels), and (mostly empty) jars of peanut butter and jelly and try to make a sandwich? Payday is tomorrow, and there's no money left in your account. You're not an idiot, so you don't do a payday loan for $7 in groceries. You make it work.
You find a rubber spatula, and you SCRAPE those jars. You get every last bit of PB and J out of the jars and onto those two semi-stale heels of bread. The dog is as hungry as you are, so you throw the jars to Fido to claim what you couldn't scrape out. That "sandwich" goes into a brown paper bag with an over-ripe banana, a stale granola bar and a bottle of Wal-Mart water. You will eat that for lunch, while others buy a Chipotle burrito and get e-coli. You enjoy the taste of Victory. They crap their pants.
Payday was yesterday, and I looked forward to grocery shopping. We went to Costco and Winco. Filled-up a grocery cart at each. We buy tha fancy shit like Top Ramen, Rice A Roni and Spam. Oh, and the Totinos pizzas for my nephew, $1.17 a piece. Splurged on a tube of chorzo and a pint of fancy beer. No Organic or Gluten Free anything. The plantains may have been organic. The tortilla chips were definitely not.
The pantry is now full. So is our refrigerator, our freezer, and our other refrigerator and freezer. We have a lot of food. We don't have an Audi, vacation home or any disposable income. We work to live, not to be indebted to a bank, paying off some crap that we don't need.
In the end, it really isn't a class thing. It's about pride. I own that food. Me. My wife. The kids (when they do their chores). My half-assed lazy nephew. We eat.
We eat because we work. We earned our food.
And I will feed anyone who shows up on our doorstep. As long as they cook our chorizo and eggs.