I grew up in a poor neighborhood. Lots of people on welfare, participants in free cheese programs and so forth. I’ll even admit I was on food stamps in high school. When I went to the office, at 16 years old to apply, I was appalled then even.

Babies in name brand jeans, people with pagers (pagers were cool then) and name brand clothes, gold jewelry, etc. etc.

Everyone at my school had designer clothes, but they treated them like gold. Every day you came to class with your clothes ironed, and looking nice. You didn’t wash your jeans all the time because that makes them age, you didn’t dry much of your clothes. Then we would drive to the suburbs and see the kids looking scruffy with wrinkled holy jeans and wonder what the hell are they doing.

I’m just applying that rule, that people without money try their damndest <-is that a word?> to look like they do.