Typo Boy, I definitely did not mean what you saw as a possible interpretation of my post, and couldn't even imagine it as a possible interpretation. I'm sorry if the way I phrased myself bothered you.

New money has a movie theatre in the basement. What's so cool about old money again?

Being able to keep the riffraff out of the yacht club.

Why does my big!Boss constantly change the names of our business and not tell us? Is it because she is from 'new money"???

Seriously, though, if you don't tell the people who work in your business line that they have a new name, what is the point and how are people going to know?

I think there is a distinct class the author did not mention which I would call the Academic class. Professors, people in publishing, Scientists (hell, most Buffistas)--all these people don't have money but do have their own distinct set of values. The love of knowledge and culture and disinterest in the trappings of wealth is common in this group, no matter what class they started from. I grew up with people who would spend money on a season ticket for the Ballet, but not on a new couch.

Scrappy is me! My parents grew up dirt poor, but they came from families who valued education--in part because on my mom's side I come from a long line of public school teachers (and if you think teachers get paid badly now, you should see what they made back then).

My mom grew up in a ramshackle farmhouse with her two brothers raising animals and keeping a huge vegetable garden in order to have a source of food. Her parents both taught school of one sort or another, but their parents were all farmers. They were decidedly working poor, but they were well educated. Two of the three kids went on to college--my mom became a public school teacher, and one uncle became an architect. The other uncle became a maintenance worker/custodian.

On my dad's side, his father served two tours in WWII and then became completely disabled (he was paralyzed from the neck down) from polio shortly after getting home. My grandmother graduated at the top of her college class, but she spent her life as a homemaker and caretaker. They were solidly lower middle class until my grandfather's illness, at which point every penny was precious. Supporting four kids on one disabled veteran's pension wasn't easy. Yet all four kids went to college, working their way through waiting tables and such. One aunt became a nurse, one a financial/marketing person, and my dad and his younger sister both became public school teachers.

It's an odd thing, growing up with parents from backgrounds like this. They both are very frugal and hold a lot of middle class values, but education has always been the most valuable thing to their families. It was a ticket out of poverty. My cousins range from new money wealthy (working in computers, marketing, etc.), middle class (teachers, nurses, etc.), and blue collar (construction etc.). Believe me, class becomes an issue even at family gatherings at some points.

And yeah, my dad would spent money on season tickets for the orchestra, but we always had second-hand furniture and such.

I think there is a distinct class the author did not mention which I would call the Academic class.

I feel like I can fake being part of this class, but decidedly am not. I really took to school, though. My mom and her brothers, and really even my grandma and grandpa were really uneducated, but very, very smart. My youngest uncle got scholarships to different higher level high schools, but got in trouble for taking the tests and couldn't go. He ended up going in the Army, and then worked for the Post Office, where he worked his way up to being the supplies manager for the region. He retired at 50 to become a massage therapist. My mom worked for Social Services as a Welfare Examinaer, and my other uncle cut trees for Niagara Mowhawk Power company. Everyone but my mom ended up with awesome retirement benefits. My mom and uncles read like crazy people and our family get-togethers include massive, massive trivial pursuit games. My kind of mean uncle does make fun of me a lot for being too educated, which is kind of weird.

Second Google interview went well. I'm hoping to know what's what this week. Have successfully stalled other job offer company. Now I will make a big pot of chili and then send thank you e-mails.

Second Google interview went well.

Yay! And lots of fingers crossed.

Yay Shrift!!

OMGWTFBBQ!!

The meatiest feast - Russians create a 335ft long barbecue

Woo-hoo! Google and chili sounds like a fabulous Monday!