No Trust, Trust Me
Since I'm clearing up some misinformation, now's a good time to open up and respond to the sandwich-bagful of reader mail. This one comes all the way from Sacramento, one of fifty state capitals that we largely ignore for more popular and interesting cities.
Q: Are you a trustafarian? I have nothing against them, I wish I was one myself, so don't be afraid to admit it if you are. I'm just curious.
A: Not at all, though I've wished it since the day I moved to NYC. I've gone as far as joking about it online a couple times, grossly exaggerated my high-holy-roller work commute, and have even tried to use it as a pick-up line which never works. Magically, and there's no other word for it because natural forces can't explain this, I've managed to pull off a pseudo-trustfund lifestyle of going-out/not-working for the last 6 months (including trips to Prague, L.A., Austin) without the Park Avenue savings account or going into debt. Thank you Nick Denton and the many perks that come from my blogging charade.
More background: my dad was just a federal govt. salaryman with a non-working wife (= no income, she certainly "worked") and four kids raised on Twinkies and tv-dinners. It was your basic middle-middle class suburban life of public schools and getting drunk on the community golf course. Fortunately my two older brothers and younger sister have successfully secured financial stability in their adult lives so I have no shame in asking them for money.
Q: Are you a trustafarian? I have nothing against them, I wish I was one myself, so don't be afraid to admit it if you are. I'm just curious.
A: Not at all, though I've wished it since the day I moved to NYC. I've gone as far as joking about it online a couple times, grossly exaggerated my high-holy-roller work commute, and have even tried to use it as a pick-up line which never works. Magically, and there's no other word for it because natural forces can't explain this, I've managed to pull off a pseudo-trustfund lifestyle of going-out/not-working for the last 6 months (including trips to Prague, L.A., Austin) without the Park Avenue savings account or going into debt. Thank you Nick Denton and the many perks that come from my blogging charade.
More background: my dad was just a federal govt. salaryman with a non-working wife (= no income, she certainly "worked") and four kids raised on Twinkies and tv-dinners. It was your basic middle-middle class suburban life of public schools and getting drunk on the community golf course. Fortunately my two older brothers and younger sister have successfully secured financial stability in their adult lives so I have no shame in asking them for money.
