I like to think I’m not quite like other people. Usually, I’m right. Sometimes it amuses me greatly to suddenly feel myself a part of some great joined consciousness or group experience. It’s not often, so for me it’s like visiting a relative I rarely see. The rest of the time, I march to the beat of my own drum, and hear no echo. Then I read this about new classes of consumers:
A karma queen, for example, is identified as a woman aged in her 40s or 50s who tends to buy organic food, wear Birkenstock footwear, practice yoga and buy high-end bath products.
Except for the Birkenstocks, that’s me to a T. Well, at least I’m something royal.
(Found via The Consumerist.)