“The wealthy, surrounded by other wealthy people, generally believed the U.S. population was wealthier than it actually is.”
Class seems to be about appearing moderate and restrained rather than excessive in any way.
Turns out that the justices on the Supreme Court are way richer than you think they are. Or some of them are, at any rate; others are juggling credit card bills and dental payments.
1984. My breath catches in my throat as my fingers curl around the smooth porcelain bowl.
“There are so few women CEOs that if you do a Google image search for ‘CEO,’ the first woman to pop up is CEO Barbie.”
Calling out stay-at-home parents is a social sin in posh neighborhoods.
If you’re at college and you need a loan, ask an English major.
The one thing we know for sure? The next inhabitant of the Oval Office will be rich.
Behind the earnest, do-gooder veneer of Whole Foods is the leer of a scoundrel.
“The proportion of jerkdom among the rich appears to be substantially higher than among the general population.”
Poverty is pathologized, but empathy helps. What if our social media obsessions make us better at empathy?
Trump once paid tens of thousands of dollars to have a rose named after him. Would a rose by any other name really smell as sweet — even one called “The Donald” or perhaps “You’re Fired”?
‘I’m downsizing my life and giving up all my possessions to focus on experiences and friendships.’