Brendan and the Magic Jeans
Once upon a time there was a boy named Brendan. He went to high school. He liked to sleep in. He liked to eat pizza.... Read More
The distance between us … and them!
The other day, I saw a billboard that reached out and slapped me across the face in a very figurative way. An enormous billboard for... Read More
Is paying for housecleaning classist?
Transactions between those who obtain cleaning services and those who perform them are laden with class issues. I have often been unpleasantly surprised by comments... Read More
Tales from the Pink Ghetto
My own experiences related to classism are set in the administrative world of work. Frankie Valli once crooned, “If you go for your diploma, you... Read More