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About 9 months ago I was sitting in the cafeteria at a ski area long popular with the elites of San Francisco [hint, M-I-C...K-E-Y]. An interesting conversation was happening down the table from me and my wife. There were three Boomer men discussing W using less than flattering terminology. So naturally my evesdropping instinct kicked in. The hatred and vitriol was immense. The three turned out to be lawyers. It was apparent to me that these three lived their lives in San Francisco, and in mini islands of "their culture" such as that ski area. They had no interest in any of the rural communities which one finds when one ventures away from the Interstate Highway that they had taken to get to the ski area. More likely than not, they had never, in their many years of living in San Francisco, attempted to do any such venturing. They more likely than not had no relatives or friends living in rural areas or even in some of the cities of the inland USA.

On a different but related note, we have an acquaintance who, although a native Californian, got an MBA at a famous NYC business school named after a godess. Upon getting his piece of paper he did the working-at-all-hours investment banker thing and eventually ended up after that slog in CFO land. However, his first C level assignment was not on either coast but in a state in the interior Western US. At his age, still not too old, but running out of time, to a degree, in terms of settling down, that assignment would have been a real boon to doing so. One can live like a king in that state, working as a CFO. But no, he ended up taking a lesser position, after less than one year, because being a complete metrosexual, and often, I might add, mistakenly thought to be a homosexual, he simply could never gain even a modicum of social comfort in the interior Western city.

These are the real people of the festering blue blisters.