
My friends call it the “Peanut Butter Panic”. The mode I snap into every time there is a news crisis. Katrina, September 11th, you name it… I return from covering the story and decide it’s time to purchase a vat of the crunchy at my local Sam’s Club, hunker down and wait for the worst.
So after covering the Wall Street/ Banking Crisis last week; you can only imagine my urge to make a run on the peanut butter aisle at the local Publix.
Simply put, in a market like this, peanut butter offers you the best return on your investment. It’s cheap, packs a protein power punch, and a shelf full won’t even expire during the next presidential administration (should things not turn around). Besides, it’s a comfort food.
HOWEVER, I think I live in a vacuum. In the midst of my peanut butter panic is a whole group of people unmoved by the said crisis.
In just the past week… I have received an invitation to the opening of the Bally shoe store, a fashion show at St. John Suits, and a coupon for Prada’s fall line! Titled “don’t be caught in last year’s dull colors… Prada Pink for fall!”
Seriously? The nation is in the Red this fall, not Prada pink.
As I ponder this, my husband is on a flight back from a high end resort in the Colorado Rockies for a “business retreat”.
Yep, there are two classes of people. The Peanut Butter and the Prada. They can even live under one roof.
But perhaps it’s not so bad. There are those of us who must keep spending to keep the economy moving and those of us who must panic and stock the shelves for the future.
I just dream of a time in the near future where the third class rises again. The class that can spring for jelly with the peanut butter… the class that can buy their Prada knock offs at the Target. All without concern about their next paycheck.