Well I've already killed this thread so I might as well rattle on. I'm writing a thing that involves class in the u.s., a comedic thing, and I don't get tired of the subject.

   Guest, people do get by without garbageworkers for awhile, but they also got by without decent brain surgeons for most of recorded history. We've learned to torture ourselves with all sorts of hopes, and to feel it's our fault or somebody else's if someone dies when we don't want them to. Nice. People will live and die, one way or another. I don't mean to diss the moral courage and skill of good doctors in the least, but the thing that fascinates me is how unimaginable possibilities turn into paramount necessities as soon as they are considered remotely possible. How quickly we take things for granted, or oughto-be-granted, as soon as we hear of them. The music-recording possibilities I have on this computer--to think of that, back in the 70's! Now that I have it, it just seems like such a hassle--why doesn't it come with a talented dude to deal with it for you? Who can also cook? Actually, a woman would be better, a real cute one. etc.

   On the one hand I side with the point that people who have particular values, and have focused on them, and achieved, are very much to be commended. But I also feel that they are a bit fortunate already, and that the idea, here, is that those people give back what they can. Every focused thing you can do is a little bit funny when compared to everything else you could do, or could've done, instead. Our ends are limited. No new car is quite as good as the feeling of having someplace you want to go. If you have that, you'll drive anything that will get you there. Except for the extremes of thoughtless abuse, and the awful damages of it, "class" is really kind of funny.