Oh, to be middle-aged, middle-class and schlepping around New York's super-chic shopping district, SoHo.

Oh, wait a sec — I am. So why am I not beaming like everyone else coming out of stores where skirts with unfinished seams and coats too cool to actually close sell for more than a family vacation?

Because I am American. That means I am paid in dollars. That means I am still part of the world where something that costs $100 feels as if it costs $100, even thou ...

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