I live in a studio. I drive a 9-year-old car. And I'm feeling guilty for wanting to buy another pair of jeans and some better heels. How does the Louis Vuitton collecting class look in the mirror and not see Cruella De Ville?

I always felt ashamed of having grown up on K-mart and Ross and thought I could hide it with the American shopping dream (which sort of works), but I, eventually, figured out that ghetto never really leaves your system. But I never thought I'd see the day where class warfare came out in the open...

Just for today, I support the revolution!