Jesse, I can smell the old money from here.

I think even my lower-class grandmother only has two TVs! One in the den and one in the bedroom. (Note: my "lower class" grandmother actually has more money at this point than my "upper class" grandmother.)

Anyway, the old money in my family is very old and long gone. But we do still have the ratty looking Oriental rugs!

Basketball on Christmas is no go.

Silly, you don't watch TV at Christmas.

Anyway, the old money in my family is very old and long gone.

It so often is.

But we do still have the ratty looking Oriental rugs!

This is the important thing!

There's a great discussion on the whole old money v. new money thing in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Silly, you don't watch TV at Christmas.

Consider it a bit of a sobering up period when you've been drinking since 8am.

Old money knows how to hold their liquor, that's like a WASP specialty.

My cousin's grandmother came from an old money German Jewish family that had run into hard times in her youth (~1900) when her father joined an anarchist society and gave away all the family money. Her mother left him, but Hard Times ensued for the rest of her youth -- eventually she got into Vassar on scholarship and married well. (I.E. not just a prosperous guy but a real swell fellow.)

I don't suppose it's surprising I came away with all sorts of expectations about what being Jewish was "like", which took me a while to realize that in fact I was basing it on a very small sample.

WASPs don't drink what we drink, shall we say.

Unrelatedly, I love this top corset. Colour's a bit blah, but otherwise it gives me shivers of delight.

Interesting to read all this.

Staunchly middle class with all the puritanical farmer class holdings. Old things were rarely seen as worth holding on to (there was no wealth so things were just old, not valuable), but flashy new things or spending beyond one's means would be tacky and not practical or godly.

I think my generation is the first to value the old and also to get some exposure to real class difference. Still there it is pretty limited.

I come from dirty city Irish on my dad's side and rural hick French-Lithuanian on my mom's side. We are SO not WASPS. I find it funny that I married TomW who is like the demographic epidome of WASP but is actually NSM culturally.

My parents like to pretend he is Scottish rather than British.

Unrelated to anything, I just made the o.0 face at this article headline: Hummers and the love that dares not speak its name.

(It's about the auto, not the action.)