- Category: Music
- Published: Saturday, 06 February 2016 18:48
- Written by Eli Ruffer
Over this past summer I lived at home in a Chicago suburb north of the city. Each morning I rode the Metra into the city for work. As the train stopped at each suburb, a flock of old pressed suits boarded with their briefcases and their coffee. They found their seats and chatted with their professional friends. By the last stops the train was full of suits chatting about finance or whatever with other suits. Sometimes they chatted with their pre-grad summer intern initiates who wore khakis and were interested in what the suits were saying. The suits were the khakis parent’s friends and were very impressed with the khakis. The culture was a distinct bubble, a cycle of nepotism that was a phenomenon to me. Except I was on the train wearing khakis and a button down going to work in the city too.