The Shrinking White Collar

“As sound as a dollar” has become a cruel joke on the thrifty white-collar workers. To save one has, today, to buy stocks.

Mine is “white collar” work. My collar is grayed a bit, to be sure, because I wear it when I work on my car or paint my house—as I have to do in order to make ends meet. And I want, in this article, to talk about why I have to.