on fetishizing the working class

as has been the habit of privileged people, we collect relics of tradespersons and work-class people. we covet their pickup trucks, and we wear their boots. we play out our feeble notions of their hours, with all of their glory and none of their woe. we identify the social merit of their aesthetic and hurry to adopt it as our own, for awhile, until the flavor is gone and we move on to consume another culture.