From the Seattle Times: A nagging compulsion to move up or get left behind (HT: Presbyweb)
The richest girl I knew growing up lived in a house with a swimming pool out back. This was a notable luxury in a small Snohomish County town full of modest homes, with backyards more likely to sport a dog on a chain than a shimmering, tiled pool.
This pool opened my mind to the idea of disposable income, of buying things you don't need and your neighbors can't afford. It was like meeting the devil himself, in a swimsuit and a smile.
I've been running from that devil ever since. He's not impressed by swimming pools anymore. And as wealthy people find new ways to stretch my imagination, neither am I.
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