I have sort of mixed feelings about this. Owning “stuff” in and of itself is nothing to be proud of, and the pursuit of “stuff” for the sake of “stuff” is not much of an accomplishment, either.
For a very long time, talking about possessions and money was the height of gaucheness and a sign of a bad upbringing. People simply did not discuss money or what they owned.
Character mattered. Family mattered. Manners and honor mattered.
So if it happens that people stop talking about the stuff they buy (too often on credit) and return to the things which actually matter, I will not mourn.
My folks never talked about the “stuff” they had. But my dad loved his cars. New or not. I have so many photos of him and my mom standing next to cars going back to the ‘40s.
Mom next to her new Buick. Then her Buick next to Dad’s older (but still shiny) station wagon with Dad. Then Mom & Dad by the cars, etc.