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I was poking fun at the elitist cock-sucker attitude you projected in the sentences I quoted. Though you are obviously highly opinionated when it comes to clothing I didn't figure you for downward social comparison. It now appears that, because you have various Italian tailors on speed dial, have spent a king's ransom on bespoke clothing, and have become something of a sought-out expert on Neapolitan clothing, you now think you are actually *better* in some quantifiable way than a teacher from Brooklyn who uses the local tailor. I find this hilarious. Did the latest shipment from Mariano include a listing in the social register? A membership in the Union Club? Did buying all that **** make you something other than an Asian guy who seems to work for a living like the rest of us, or suddenly provide you with a lofty perch from which you could look down your nose at the plebes? If so, I'm placing a big order with London House tomorrow - I've always wanted to be a member of the Everglades club, but I've got that embarrassing *Jewish* problem ....
This post is a startling revelation into your ethnic insecurities. Project as you like, but I guarantee you: you feel much worse about me being Asian than I do. I don't even want to speculate as to how you feel about being Jewish. The point is not that NYR is beneath me. The point is that he cannot have it both ways by proudly limiting himself to a local tailor while pontificating on others. Moreover, he's the one making the class argument. Apparently, tailors are too stupid to run an effective business and can't help but take new orders and new payments, like a lemmings headed for a cliff's edge. The Big Bad Client with the money to spend is to blame. One can proudly wear the hat of provincialism if he likes, but he can't take it off whenever it suits him to appear worldly.