Class Matters
Just like George Orwell, I am from the upper lower middle class.
This book is a reprint of a series of New York Times articles about class in America. These articles were published during May-June 2005, so they don’t have the trauma of the 2008 Don’t-Call-It-A-Depression-Please running through it.
(One choice pre-2008 quote: "Banks, more confident about measuring risk, now extend credit to low-income families, so that owning a home...is no longer evidence that someone is middle class.")
I’ve read a lot of books about class and wealth in America, because the stories in this one are more personal it caused more reflection on my own experiences and attitudes towards class and wealth in America. Because it’s a reprint from a newspaper the writing style is simpler than other non-fiction that I’m used to reading, so it was easier to read through quickly.
A theme that I noticed running through different articles is the importance of “fitting in” as a class marker. For example, one woman remembers being baffled by the toothpicks in a club sandwich at a luncheon so she pretended to be ill rather than admit not knowing how to eat it. In another article, a nurse finds it very difficult to socialize with her co-workers after hours because her impoverished background is completely different from theirs.
I can relate to this feeling of not fitting in. It's the leitmotif in the opera of my life. The first time I was on a plane (at age 22) I passed on the dinner because I had no money with me and didn’t realize that it was included as part of the ticket. I also remember having dinner with a girlfriend and her parents shortly after moving to Kensington, CA from Toledo and being completely unable to follow the conversation. And my early attempts at “business casual” are fortunately pre-social media and best forgotten, though I remember one co-worker pulling me aside to ask me why I “dress like a f-cking restaurant owner.”
But that's all behind me now, and I’ve gone from the upper lower middle class to the lower upper middle classes with all its attendant privileges or at least sense of entitlement. Like the Cake song goes, his cigarette is burning but he never seems to ash.
Anyway, I copied and pasted the table of contents, so that I can add my notes and impressions of the articles.
Introduction by Bill Keller
I can totally tell from these few short pages that Mr. Keller would rather spend his time writing think pieces than managing people.
Shadowy Lines That Still Divide by Janny Scott and David Leonhardt
This article sort of annoyed me with how it conflated income with class. Wealth is such a more accurate marker. If you have enough wealth, it’s possible to structure things so that you only take the income that you need. But then there are high-income families who are basically living paycheck-to-paycheck. (We all know a few, though not exactly who they are.) But these stats are a very interesting look at pre-recession America.
Life at the Top in American Isn't Just Better, It's Longer by Janny Scott
Wealth definitely correlates to the quality of care that you get, but as with any complex system I would say that the amount of intelligence and savviness you have probably has more (probably much more) to do with it. Still the differences in outcome is very shocking.
A Marriage of Unequals by Tamar Lewin
This was interesting because I generally feel like marriages between classes are basically doomed because their values are so fundamentally different. In the case described in the article, the wife had so much money that they could just paper over any differences in values.
It would have been more interesting to see a marriage between say a lower-middle class guy and a middle-class woman, where the money will be much tighter. I've seen several of those implode, unfortunately.
Up from the Holler: Living in Two Worlds, at Home in Neither by Tamar Lewin
I have no memory of reading this. Probably blocked it out due to trauma.
On a Christian Mission to the Top by Laurie Goodstein and David D. Kirkpatrick
This was really interesting to me. It never occurred to me that my disdain for fundamentalist Christians might be mixed up with my classism as well.
Also, I never knew about the whole Episcopalian Church as a marker of high status before, but since reading this book I’ve already noticed several references to it already.
I’m so tuned out of the whole religion thing that this kind of stuff just goes over my head, but since this country was founded by abused Puritans who then grew up to become abusers I should probably pay more attention.
The College Dropout Boom by David Leonhardt
I found the reference to “college boy” as a taunt in working class neighborhoods quite "triggering" as they say on Reddit. When I came back from my first semester at Purdue I brought a back window sticker for a close relative's truck, and when that person thought I was out of earshot I overheard that person saying, “There’s no f-ing way I’m putting that on my truck.” The humiliation of being associated with a college was too great to contemplate.
How's that unemployment and opioid-related constipation working out for you?
No Degree, and No Way Back to the Middle by Timothy Egan
What? They can’t retrain them all to be long haul drivers?
Fifteen Years on the Bottom Rung by Anthony DePalma
I have no memory of reading this.
When the Joneses Wear Jeans by Jennifer Steinhauer
I can totally relate to this because I live in Palo Alto, where the status markers are completely inverted. Someone in flip-flops and a worn t-shirt at Whole Foods is probably a billionaire. You can’t really tell until you see what kind of car someone gets into. Though billionaire car doors open a certain way.
I always thought the trick in retail was to look at shoes, but I can see how this would have limitations these days.
A good status-marker dad joke in Palo Alto is to tell your kids to call the police if they ever see a domestic car parked on your street. But a few years ago I consulted for a company where everyone was pretty aggressively from MIT. After that I decided to go nearly full Midwest. (Never go full Midwest.)
So now I wear a Detroit Tigers baseball cap and drive a Jeep Cherokee in my typical passive aggressive attempt to shake my inverted snobby fist at the corrupt, inverted snobby class status markers. Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.
The Five-Bedroom, Six Figure Rootless Life by Peter T. Kilborn
Oh my God, this sounds like the worst nightmare that I could ever dream up even after an evening of Percocet and Stephen King movies. Whenever I deal with a VP at a bank or a customer, I’ll keep in mind that they have a horrible spouse and kids like the ones in this article waiting for them in their horrible prefab house and that they are probably at lacrosse practice. Also: ALL THE KIDS’ NAMES START WITH “K”! ALL THE KIDS’ NAMES START WITH “K”! ALL THE KIDS’ NAMES START WITH “K”!
I must admit that I’ve taken tours of developments like this before, and it is very tempting to live in a place like this. It’s very safe and spacious with good schools. And I appreciate the way that people sort themselves into neighborhoods based on the homes' starting prices. But I’d fit in there even worse than I do in Palo Alto, and that's saying something.
These are the kind of people who ask you “What church do you belong to?” instead of “What start up do you work for?” Savages.
Old Nantucket Warily Meets the New by Geraldine Fabrikant
Old money vs. new money. Not very interesting if you don't live in New England, frankly. The old money people sound kind of tired, and the new money people sound like they have lots of energy and ideas (though maybe a less taste). I wonder if this is how the Vikings viewed the monks ensconced in their monasteries in Ireland.
Richest Are Leaving Even the Rich Far Behind by David Cay Johnston
Economists are kind of annoying because they take every naturally occurring phenomenon they encounter and try to jam it into a normal distribution. What's being described here sort of sounds like a Zipf or maybe a power distribution. Maybe if they taught econ majors a few more probability distributions it might prevent once-in-a-hundred-year crashes from happening every few decades. Just a thought.
In Fiction, a Long History of Fixation on the Social Gap by Charles McGrath
I felt Picketty had more interesting analysis of 19C literature and economics.
Angela Whitiker's Climb by Isabel Wilkerson
This article was really interesting because it pretty much jibes with what I believe is necessary for jumping up America’s super-greasy class ladder:
1. A high IQ — At least 1.5 standard deviations above the norm. If you weren’t born with this natural ability, just get on food stamps and re-share Facebook memes about states rights for the rest of your life. There's no shame in it, clearly.
2. A desire and ability to fit in — A pretty clear sub theme of this book but often overlooked step. This is deceptively hard to do and usually means leaving family behind and ditching old friends. Jumping up a class is basically like becoming a citizen of a new country. I plan to complete this step by my late sixties.
3. Working hard — This is rare, especially when there is an absence of encouragement or positive feedback. Deferred gratification isn’t exactly something our culture celebrates.
So Ms. Whitiker is probably 1 in 1,000 to 2,500 if you calculate the odds.
I thought it interesting that an aunt was trying to steal her Dove soap right from her pantry. I had a girlfriend in a similar situation. She graduated from a UC and was making really good money as a developer, so her less motivated siblings expected checks from her. One time her sister and drug-addicted fiancee showed up at her apartment, demanded a check, and then left. At that point I knew that we could never be married. We broke up for other reasons, but I knew if we got married that I'd be supporting her family too.
My Nanny Was a Dreadful Snob by Christopher Buckley
Awesome story. Servants are the biggest snobs should be written on our money.