We have more common ground than you might think.
I also care the most about comfort, and I avoid being a walking advertisement for designers, thus avoiding garments with designer names prominently displayed. I was raised to prioritize quality, waiting to get fewer quality things than squandering hard earned money on many low quality and impulse items.
99% of my wardrobe was accumulated while working and prior to retirement, and I should be good with what I have going forward.
I’ve donated new and good as new items by the bags full every year, including suits, sport jackets, shirts and pants.
My parents gave me a great middle class life, immigrating from Sicily without jobs and a place to stay, living in a friend’s basement for a couple of months to find work and move into our first small apartment above the children’s clothing factory that my mother found a job in, while my father worked nights on the docks and cared for me during the day until I was old enough to start and get to/from school and could go downstairs to my mother in the clothing factory.
By the time I was in 3rd grade my parents saved enough to buy the 3 family house that they lived in until their deaths in a very decent blue collar neighborhood in Bensonhurst/Gravesend.
They raised me there to be respectful and prioritize the important things in life, get a good education, and above all that we were as good as anybody and that I could accomplish and become anything I worked for.
These humble people made a good life for themselves, ensured I had their total support and trust throughout my life, and not only left me a substantial legacy, but also left their grandchildren resources to apply to their needs, including college and what little medical school tuitions I didn’t pay myself, and for down payments on their homes.
So don’t go painting me and my heritage as foolish spenders to be taken advantage of like “a salesman’s dream.”
I assure you that I absorbed the life lessons of living in Brooklyn and NYC, haggling with the best of them on Orchard Street, negotiating and walking away from deals of all sorts on everything including furniture and new automobiles (for me and my kids, since my parents bought good resales from people, not dealerships for themselves.)
I’m glad to say my kids learned these lessons of honest focused work and are tougher negotiators than we are today.
So I’m not your fool, and I grew up on the streets and among those who chose more “enterprising” professions, probably some you and your FUDsters may indirectly work for, and being from Sicily I understand “these things.”
Maybe you touched a nerve with your accusation of my foolishness, but hopefully you now know better where I’m coming from, and you go do you and don’t “worry” about salesman’s dream me.
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