„To stop at red would be French, or socialist. Possibly both.
A similar liberty with dress codes applies, also. I’m identifying as metropolitan middle-class, but of the knowing, dissenting, ironic subset thereof, and – god forbid -nothing like a not-know-any-better bourgeois.
It’ll soon be cool enough for my beat-up old Classic Softshell Jacket. I can’t wait to wear it again – even if I’m the only person who’ll notice.“