In other countries, the demarcation between classes is as fixed and solid as the Andes. America is in a permanent state of chaos. Our society is mobile, as fluid and slippery as high octane. Consequently, we don't wear crests over our hearts. We drive our status insecurities to the mall.
Families are smaller, more urban and suburban than ever.
Most Americans no longer farm or routinely engage in earth-moving. The average work commute has barely increased in more than 30 years. More people work from home. Gas prices have soared. Minivans and SUVs boast the same fabulous mileage as a 1932 Pierce Arrow.