I stroll into my trendy Target store, I am dressed my best in designer clothes. .I carry my designer handbag, and sunglasses. All shall envy me, on my upper middle class pedestal. I walk to the starbucks and order the finest. A declaration of my economic and social status. As I stroll the isles of my favorite trendy store, showing off my affluent ways. Sipping my affluently priced coffee, I make my affluent product choices. Demonstrating once more that I have arrived, and that I am financially able, to make such pricey choices. I take a deep and therapeutic breath. Enjoying my moment of retail therapy. I bask in my self centered glow, assuming that ordinary housewives envy me. I am spending money, like they wish they could.

I do not have screaming kids clinging to me. I am shopping solo. I have simultaneous phone calls on my ever expensive cell phone.

I am discourteous to my cashier, as I should. I have earned my status. I leave the store, to my expensive and image matching SUV . I rule!