I always like these, the NY Times did one I posted on here a year or so back. Upper in San Diego, also single, no kids, so the money goes way further. The closer socially and economically you get to the gilded tiers, you realize what's real money and what isn't, which is a frustrating place to exist in.
I once asked someone how much this piece of art was on their wall, I thought like 20k, shyt was 200k. And THATS entry level.
The truth is there is cultural capital, education level, income level, that all plays into class.
I can value/wealth/class signal pretty well from Southern California, in San Diego, this girl asked me if I was born into a wealthy family the other day but get me in those blue blood circles in DC, NY, and I'll give myself away in a second.
and where did you go, dear, St. Pauls, or were you at Dalton
My first time in NYC, was 22, my boy and I fly out, spend a week with my homie. We are like two hillbillies, never been to NY. Spend a week in Manhattan, and it's like a blur of excitement. My homie who lived there, went to USC, so he made connections. Once he doesn't invite us to have dinner with this family, and his friend from school, on the Upper East Side, he just says go somewhere and eat, and my boy and I are kinda talking shyt, like "oh we can't come?"
Now, I understand why. We would have felt embarrassed. Everyone would have felt awkward, we just weren't ready for that level.