Mr. Chris Lehman is apparently the sort of well-intentioned but misguided gentleman who fancies himself a champion of the lower classes and enjoys getting his own hands dirty my laboring in the muck. I do hope, for Mr. Lehman's valet's sake, that the writer doesn't unpack a suitcase as well as he unpacks the NYT's recent series of articles on class:
the main dispatch by Times reporter Tamar Lewin sets up elaborate social quandaries better suited to a Victorian novel than to 21st-century American life. It describes the course of a second marriage for both partners thatís taken them beyond the reach of their familiar social stations: wife Cate Woolner is a rich heiress, husband Dan Croteau is a working-class car salesman. Itís hard to suss out just what the social lesson of such a plainly atypical union is supposed to be. Apart, that is, from the manifest truth that, left to their own devices, the rich will always raise the most irritating children on earth ("[Woolnerís son] Isaac fantasizes about opening a brewery-cum-performance space, traveling through South America, or operating a sunset massage cruise on the Caribbean").All classed up and nowhere to go [bostonphoenix.com (Do we know them? Where did they prep? Harrumph.)]
