- I sit at a desk all day, and breath air-conditioned air.
- I wear work attire. Leather shoes, linen, silk.
- I cultivate my appearance.
- My work involves brains, not brawn.
- I am well rewarded
- I am a small part of a very large machine. If I break I will quickly be replaced.
- I get the same pay every time. The increase and decrease of profitably of my employer (a publicly listed company) has no impact.
- I have no say in or control over the direction my employer takes, beyond "take it or leave it".
- I have no say in my conditions of employment, beyond "take it or leave"
- I have no other form of income, such as shares or rent, or through the direct sale of the fruits of my efforts
- I struggle to pay my mortgage on my home and I am in the thrall of an Australian bank
- I have no inherited wealth.
In short, I am a wage slave. That might not make me true working class, in terms of the original meaning, I have more in common with the working class and my interests are most closely aligned that way.
Quite a revelation for me.
Later I came across the Communist Party USA (I didn't know there was such a thing) definition of working class, on wikipedia:
The Communist Party USA's Constitution defines the working class as a class which is "multiracial, multinational, and unites men and women, young and old, employed and unemployed, organized and unorganized, gay and straight, native-born and immigrant, urban and rural, and composed of workers who perform a large range of physical and mental labor–the vast majority of our society."The emphasis is mine. I guess they think I am working class, and I'm OK with that.
Mint Chicks - Crazy? Yes. Dumb? No, 2006