In my
American Studies class we've been reading The Great Gatsby, so naturally we've
been talking a lot about social status. Throughout the book, a "secret society"
is often mentioned that only a select few are a part of. They represent the
highest class a person can be and it consists of old-money. That's why Gatsby,
as much as he tries, can never become a part of this secret society. He may be
able to work hard and obtain as much money as them, but he will remain nouvelle-riche.
The biggest difference between the nouvelle-riche and the old-money is that the
nouvelle-riche couldn't dream to have the same sort of connections.
With
connections on my mind, I stumbled across a rather fitting post on Humans of
New York. Before I get into that, Humans of New York is a blog where a man goes
around New York photographing people and asking about their lives. He then
posts a picture with a quote from them or a snippet from their conversation
together. I come across these posts through Facebook, and now I am going to
share one with you.
I think this
man encompasses Gatsby’s struggle of being stuck in the class you start in. In
America, we like to believe in the “American Dream” narrative. That classic
rags-to-riches story, where all you need is some hard work, perseverance, and a
little bit of luck to succeed in life. As convenient as this story may be, I
think that this may be an optimistic and naïve mindset. Instead, I think this
man represents the American struggle of not being “taken seriously” when you
come from a lower social class. We all want to think we can be anything we want
to be, but in reality, does it all come down to whom you know instead of what
you know?