i'm mexican, but i'm also half iranian. so noone ever knows what i am, exactly. my first name (which i guess is italinate) throws people off too. the weirdest i got though was japanese, wtf? anyway, i hear you on this. my entire art dept are bobos (bourgeois bohemians) who love to buy dean and deluca dinnerware/dinners and spend hundreds of dollars on new platinum covered spatulas and still buy Al Gore documentaries and stuff.
I don't see how ordering raw steak is a sign of social status, as I've seen the reddest of rednecks order steaks "bloody as hell" at Ye Olde Steakhouse With Authentic Sawdust On the Floor, but I agree with the thoughts your espousing throughout this entry. You have to wonder what the hell happened to America sometimes. It makes me thankful, though, that my run-ins with this mindset are pretty few and far between. I came from a middle class family in a middle class neighborhood, and now work at a job surrounded by middle class people with similarly non-extravagant values. Just a bunch of normal joes, most of whom live out in the middle of nowhere and would be much more proud about buying a new hunting rifle than spending $100 on sunglasses. It helps.
Yeah, it's probably the $45-a-slice part, not the raw part, that makes them feel all hoity-toity. Anybody can buy a steak at the grocery store and not cook it all the way. =^p
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anyway, i hear you on this. my entire art dept are bobos (bourgeois bohemians) who love to buy dean and deluca dinnerware/dinners and spend hundreds of dollars on new platinum covered spatulas and still buy Al Gore documentaries and stuff.
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Eso no evita que disfrute de mi vida, espero que no lo consiga con la tuya.
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Great entry, C!
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