class and gender

a while back during a terra cotta cornice probe at an upscale men's club 
that will for now go without a name the male architect wanted to send 
his female associate up to make sketches and there was a to-do about 
making sure that she was properly escorted lest men running around with 
only towels wrapped around their waists would be surprised in the 
hallways... and here I had thought that sort of thing had gone out in 
the 20th c

I am reading Dead End Gene Pool, a memoir by Wendy Burden, a descendant 
of the Vanderbilt family. It is quite amusing and a good read. In her 
describing a house that her grandparent's had built near water in Maine 
where all the locals in their boats had to pass by, it was said by the 
locals of the avante garde designed house that it looked like a rock had 
been dropped on it... Wendy's comment, "Old money gets bored."

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