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Fussell calls this out in his Class. A marker of his lower- and mid-Prole and, to some extent, his Middle, classes, are that they're far more highly-surveilled
by handrous 5y ago
Fussell calls this out in his Class. A marker of his lower- and mid-Prole and, to some extent, his Middle, classes, are that they're far more highly-surveilled and have much higher expectations for hard work and being on time and things like that than his Upper-Middle (and certainly his Upper).
Lower- and Mid-Prole: piss tests; written up for being five minutes late because there was a car wreck blocking traffic; doctor's note(!) required for a sick day; one week(!) of paid vacation per year.
Upper-middle: Microdosing or just, you know, straight up using illegal drugs with some frequency, possibly openly; "Car broke down, I'm just going to work from home (or take the day off, depending on how upper-middle we're talking) since I can't be in until noon, now, anyway"; "Mental health" days (that may be more "middle", actually—upper-middle may not have any need for the equivocation to placate others, nor ego-driven need to excuse not feeling like working with something quasi-medical); "I think I'll take my sabbatical this year".
(I'd say programmers mostly aren't, class-wise, upper-middle in Fussell's system, purely—they're a broad mix of upper-prole, middle [lots of middle], and upper-middle, according to the class privileges they enjoy and the norms that tend to be instilled in or brought to the table by programmers, and the mix of those varies a lot by industry and region)
- monocasa 5y agoHard seconding Fussell's Class. Some of the specifics around signaling have changed in the past few decades since it was written (a lot being more the whims of fashion trends than anything else), but if anything the societal bands outlined have more clearly striated since then.
- handrous 5y agoI'd love something more recent that treated the same subject anywhere close to as well. The near-contemporary and somewhat-related The Official Preppy Handbook received a sequel some years ago, but it's lazy crap with none of the insight or wry humor of the original. Awful little scrap-book that got published based on the reputation (and sales figures, I'm sure) of the original. Very disappointing.