If you, like Errol Louis, have trouble comprehending the logic behind a “not-filthy-rich” person buying a $2,500 purse because you would never want that yourself, I’ll put it into language you can understand.
I work in digital analytics at a large public relations firm in Washington.
I was convinced that my possession of a job—any job—was nothing short of a stroke of phenomenal luck. What I discovered, though, was that there was apparently a Secret Job Finding Society in Washington, and that its members included everyone in the city but me.
So I started by doing a semester in D.C., and I was involved with an internship program for Asian Americans, and one of the openings was in the Civil Rights office of the Department of Transportation.