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Cassandra anonymous's avatar

My working class parents did not go to college, yet I pursued my odd predilections to earn a PhD. Through marrying a very talented and lucky immigrant striver we manage to pass (perhaps?) as upper middle class, by income (barely) at least, if not by patterns of consumption. The sense of class whiplash is real and sustained. This is no doubt why Rob is one of my favorite social analysts.

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Wow, I didn't know that tidbit about how romantic couples sit together. Sociology's so fascinating!

I still remember in high school, reading a book talking about the difference between the social classes. It was probably written in the nineteen fifties or sixties. And one of the things that struck me was when it said a middle class person would call the thing a patio, but lower and upper classes would call it a porch.

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