Why can nothing be simple? We Americans make everything so complicated. Our collective, internalized, securlarized Calvinism is constantly at odds with our love of conspicuous consumption. We don’t take vacations because the new status symbol is being too busy and indispensable to take time off work. And, yet, when we do vacate, we’re spending more than ever on our vacations.
Adding to the complexity, how many Jacks and Janes are still paying for their last vacation and how long will they pay compounding credit card interest on this summer’s getaway?