Who's a Yuppie Twit?

Who's a Yuppie Twit?

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I have always considered myself a salt-of-the-earth kind of guy. I can hang a picture straight, cut a two-by-four and chop firewood. I like to think that if I had to, I could still make a living as a working man. So I was dismayed in the course of building a new house recently when the carpenter called me a "yuppie twit."

John is a friend from our old neighborhood. He comes from one of those venerable New England families that was probably running clipper ships in the tea trade back when my people still had our knuckles in the muck. He likes to let on that he represents solid Yankee common sense.

My wife and I, if I am reading the scorecard correctly, stand for nouveau dubious values. The first time we showed John the site for our house, 11 feet above sea level on the Connecticut coast, he remarked, "I think the foundation will crack and your house will float out to sea."

We hired him anyway, because John is a careful carpenter, with an eye for ogees and quirks and plinth blocks. And despite his misgivings, he came to work for us, on the usual premise that he was just trying to keep us from making too big a mess of our lives.

In the beginning, I used to pick on John's work in the spirit of malicious fun. I'd walk up when he was in the middle of some job and just watch for a minute or two. I'd twist up one corner of my mouth, as if there were something I didn't really want to say.

"What?" he would snap, finally.

I'd shrug. "Just looking."

Then I'd draw out the silence until he was about to swing the hammer and I'd say, "But I think that piece is crooked."

I did this less often later on, when the budget got thin, and it dawned on me that John's standards were way higher than mine. Like most people building a new house, we were — how to put this delicately? — a little over-leveraged on the financials, and I got in the habit of waking up at 3 a.m. to make long lists of items costing more than we could afford. John, on the other hand, would come in the next day having dreamed up a better way to do the work he'd done the day before, or some new scheme for what he liked to call "the trim program."

He'd put together a triple window trim with beading and biscuit-joinery, and glue it in place solid as rock. Then some little disproportion in the verticals would haunt him until he had to rip it all out. I suggested that maybe he was being a little too fussy.

About Richard Conniff
Richard Conniff

Richard Conniff, a Smithsonian contributor since 1982, is the author of seven books about human and animal behavior.

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