This man owns a two story home in the Chicago suburbs with an attic and a basement. The conflict of the story is how he won’t be able to add a pool to this palace. He lusts after some random girl at the mall when Beverly DiAngelo is right there.
He’s an upper middle senior lower upper management type who is looking for a bonus payment (just for himself, not for his team) so he can improve his already outlandish standard of personal living.
What’s not to empathize with? I mean, we’ve all been there.
He has a great job, but still overspends because he wants to be seen as someone more than he is, and the only way he knows to prove his worth is by purchasing things. He can’t afford what he already has, and is relying on an uncertain bonus just to cover what he already spent.
The only time he really gets mad, is when his stuff gets broken or laughed at.
When I was a kid, I thought people who lived like that were just on TV. Middle class existence was as relevant to my experience as robot maids and talking cars.
Honestly I’m still a little suspicious. Hollywood contrivances are a history of how we think of ourselves, not of how we are.
This man owns a two story home in the Chicago suburbs with an attic and a basement. The conflict of the story is how he won’t be able to add a pool to this palace. He lusts after some random girl at the mall when Beverly DiAngelo is right there.
I will never relate to this man.
The story is about how his capitalist boss cut his wages so he couldn’t afford to give his family a Christmas gift. Now can you relate?
He’s an upper middle senior lower upper management type who is looking for a bonus payment (just for himself, not for his team) so he can improve his already outlandish standard of personal living.
What’s not to empathize with? I mean, we’ve all been there.
He has a great job, but still overspends because he wants to be seen as someone more than he is, and the only way he knows to prove his worth is by purchasing things. He can’t afford what he already has, and is relying on an uncertain bonus just to cover what he already spent.
The only time he really gets mad, is when his stuff gets broken or laughed at.
I just assume that is what middle class life looked like back then.
When I was a kid, I thought people who lived like that were just on TV. Middle class existence was as relevant to my experience as robot maids and talking cars.
Honestly I’m still a little suspicious. Hollywood contrivances are a history of how we think of ourselves, not of how we are.