“For if there’s one taboo subject left in the United States, it may be the existence of a class system as closed and inflexible as the one my husband left across the Atlantic.”
The essay “Notes on the Upper-Muddle” by Lucinda Rosenfeld was posted on New York Times, where she described the social classes in her childhood versus when she grown up. Her perspective of how she viewed the her family as poor and when she grown up, she realized that her family is actually the ‘bourgeoisie’ after all.
Of course, when you surrounded by rich in a private school, then you would feel poor if your family couldn’t provide the same stuff that your friends have. But when a person explore the bigger world, it just doesn’t end itself with a narrow understanding. Reading her essay, I have a feeling that we are poor compare to her friends’ brand-new Audis and Mercedes coups. But as Rosenfeld get deep into the complicated matter of social class and she did not realized that she was actually the bourgeoisie until her husband explained it to her.
But the self-identification about class at the end of the article, is it important though? Surely, people will look down on you if you are poor back in the days. But nowadays, nobody really care, everyone has a decent car, a shelter, and public school is provided for every kid. Compare ourselves to Gatsby -a famous novel set in the 1920, where all the wealthy and glorious before the Great Depression struck- the wealthy of those characters were extensive. The hierarchy was distinct easily, compare to now where no one cares.
You could feel poor, but in real life you might rich, it is all depend on the environment. The article makes me question about classes today. Could you tell that someone is in the working class or middle class? The class that your are in, does it affect you overall as a person?
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