I personally don’t think I hate Yuppies. For someone who used to sell Diamonds you appreciate people that can help you pay your rent and make your brand new car payments. Then the expenses of the job, nice suits, ties, gold cufflinks and nice hands and nails to show precious small stuff. You are also being hammered at every managers convention wether in Hawaii or Pennsylvania that if you sell enough of that stuff you will be better off than your customers. Which is true but only if you believe in the Lotto and that you will become a multi millionaire by just playing (religiously).
You tend to interact with rich people and on special occasions eat were the famous eat. So you learn to have an appreciation for people better than you financially until you no longer selling precious gems and most of your income now is going to pay rent in NYC.
This is why this article on the New Yorker caught my attention and I had to ask my self if I still like them or have I developed that deep rooted desired to have the Walking Dead come by and eat them all, even if they eat you as well.
Here is the Q&A:
In the past I'd tell you to meditate on how you are, of course, still far richer than most people in the world, and you should feel grateful for not having to live in Syria, but I've been reading up on "relative poverty", and I've come to believe that being surrounded by people with a lot more money than you comes with real psychological costs, especially for children.