We Are the One Per Cent (I kid)

This is some of the most awesomest writing I’ve seen in quite some time. Regardless of your wealth personal beliefs, you’ve gotta find humor in this article from the New Yorker that skillfully intertwines Mister Ed and retirement woes without missing a beat.

[…] Except for money and the almost unnatural flawlessness of my skin, we are no different, you and I. I don’t know who you are or what you look like or how much money you have in the bank. Nor does it matter. Because we’re just men. Unless you are a woman. Or a child. Or a pony. But ponies don’t read magazines, do they? Unless they’re precocious ponies, like Mister Ed. And he wasn’t real. But I think you get my point. And that is: we are the same, except for the coarseness of the skin on your elbows. Do you know that feeling, upon waking at 4 A.M., heart racing, your mind looking twenty, thirty years down the road, wondering how you are going to make ends meet? Worrying about what would happen if you lost your job, asking yourself how you’re going to pay for your kids’ college or retire? Well, I don’t. But I read a story about it once and remember thinking, I’m so glad that’s not me.

The article also quotes a sign seen at the Occupy Wall Street protest in Manhattan, that’s a bit too off color for this blog (when I’m famous one day it could complicate things), but I encourage you to check it out. And giggle like I did.

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