We Won’t Wear Pants, Even if You Make Us

I’m not going to claim to be a woman of the people, or part of the working class. I did grow up among working class people, my grandfathers were carpenters, and I have an unaccountable enjoyment of working with my hands.

However, my working class neighbors considered me a little daft, running around with a book in my hands all the time. My mom’s brother who was a plumber cordially disliked me, and at least half of it was thinking I put on airs (I didn’t, but that’s how he perceived it.)

My fa...