The Six Castes of New York: A Big Apple, Half Bitten
Lady Liberty stands tall in the harbor, her torch held high to illuminate the paths of souls yearning for a better life. But what she never warns you about on the promotional brochures is that the moment you set foot on the Manhattan peninsula, you officially log into the most ruthless, capitalistic version of a feudal system in the world. In New York, class isn't determined by bloodlines or aristocratic titles. It is measured by the soulless digits on a W2 form, the real estate deeds to your name, and the zip code where you collapse after a grueling day. If you think New York is a multicultural, egalitarian "melting pot," I hate to break it to you: you’re just the carrot being stewed at the bottom of it. Let's peel back the six social strata of this capital of the world, from the grunts scraping by on the pavement to the deities floating above the clouds. 1. The Untouchables: The Grunts and the "Slaves to Passion" Don't let the word "untou...