“$250,000? Not rich by NY standards” , Newsday, December 12, 2010
You know we sound like whiners to the rest of America, complaining that a $250,000 New York income isn’t the same as being rich.
“Oh, poor babies,” they’re grumbling in Tucson and Topeka, usually with theatrical eye-rolling for emphasis. And these outside-looking-in people do kinda have a point. But our north-of-250 bellyachers do, too.
Yes, a $250,000 annual income still puts high-earning New Yorkers into the nation’s top 2 percent. And yes, it’s an easy figure to outspend around here, especially with sky-high Long Island taxes and the ransom that we call paying for real estate. Throw in a couple of family vacations, and a travel soccer team and some credit-card bills. People on the high side of 250 can still feel broke. Still be broke.
This all comes up, of course, because of the bitter fight over extending the Bush tax cuts. President Barack Obama has made his deal with Republicans in Congress to keep the lower rates for everyone, leaving no millionaires or billionaires behind. Despite the midweek Democratic tantrum, the deal almost certainly becomes law.
And a big part of the argument’s emotion hung on what exactly is rich. And who.
The small-d democratic ethos of America means that no one, no matter how wealthy, can ever say, “I’m rich.” We all prefer to call ourselves and think of ourselves as middle-class, no matter what we’re taking home.
Chuck Schumer understands this.
Why else do you think he put in a last-minute amendment placing the raise-your-taxes line at $1 million? “Given the deficit,” he argued, “people who make over $1 million should get no extra tax cuts.”
You know the people.
Rich people.
Unless you happen to be one. Then they’re middle class.
THAT’S RICH
1. Obama’s 250
2. Schumer’s 1 mil
3. Anyone who earns more than I do
4. Anyone who earns more than I’ve ever earned
5. Anyone who earns more than I hope to
ASKED AND UNANSWERED:
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LONG ISLANDERS OF THE WEEK
THE OUTSIDERS
When the temperatures start tumbling, most sane people stay indoors. But a few hearty souls – and more than a few people who need the work in this deep-freeze economy – don’t have that snuggle-up luxury. Traffic cops. Snow shovelers. Roadside Christmas-tree sellers. Food-delivery folks. They climb into their long-johns. They pull down their stocking caps and they work. Let’s be extra nice to them this weekend. A smile! A fatter tip! A hot-chocolate toast to them!
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