• Gold and platinum America
    November 13,2013
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    For our time off together around Christmas, my siblings, their children and I recently began plotting an excursion to the Six Flags amusement park in the Los Angeles area. The discussion turned quickly from roller coasters to perks. To status. To just how high weíre prepared to fly in this service-obsessed, luxury-laden, class-fractured era of ours.

    Do we occupy the dizziest heights of privilege? Or is ours a humbler altitude, and by how much? Six Flags doesnít use that language, but it might as well, because it offers some half-dozen gradations of access and coddling, from a high-priced position near the front of every line to a much less expensive ticket and much longer waits.

    There are levels ó regular, gold, platinum ó and they suggest that the experience is more than just a sprawling day of dips, whirls and happy shrieks. Itís a referendum on your very station in society. I donít recall anything quite like it from the amusement parks of my youth. Back then our lives as consumers, and as Americans, didnít seem so relentlessly tiered.

    Much has been made of commercial flights these days, with all those divisions between first class and coach. For various supplements or with various deals, you can get a few more inches of legroom or, shy of that, a prime aisle seat. You can get to board earlier or later, and thus hoard or miss out on the overhead bins. Will it be long before thereís a ranked queue for the bathroom? Iím not even sure Iím kidding.

    Itís not that pecking orders or badges of affluence are anything new. Our homes, cars, clubs and clothes have long been advertisements of our economic clout, used and perceived that way.

    But lately, the places and ways in which Americans are economically segregated and stratified have multiplied, with microclimates of exclusivity popping up everywhere. The plane mirrors the sports arena, the theater, the gym. Is it any wonder that class tensions simmer? In a country of rising income inequality and an economy thatís moved from manufacturing to services, one thing we definitely make in abundance is distinctions.

    When I grew up, school essentially came in two sizes: public or private. Now, private is a starting point, with many costly but broadly employed add-ons: the tutor for specific subjects; the tutor for SATs; the individual sports coach; the college-admissions consultant, whose fee can exceed $5,000.

    With taxis as with Boeings, there are degrees of pampering. Uber, a relatively new car service in dozens of American cities, allows you to specify, just minutes before your vehicleís arrival, precisely how regal and roomy it should be. If you see yourself in an SUV, then an SUV is the chariot in which others will see you, too.

    Broadway theaters have premium seating, which is so expensive that a high roller can often get the best real estate at the last minute. Itís as if scalping has come out of the closet, louder and prouder in an age of unapologetic elitism. Luxury boxes now take up more space in stadiums than ever; elsewhere in some ballparks, the differences between sections involve not just better views but finer food and a more solicitous staff.

    No sooner does a fitness trend appear than it spawns strata, so that you can spin in candlelight at SoulCycle, in less gilded trappings at Crunch, or in bare-bones fashion at the YMCA. Thereís an accordant price scale. Even the fanciest gyms have rungs of enhanced fanciness, such as executive locker rooms. At Equinox, trainers are designated by numbers ó Tiers 1, 2 and 3 ó that signal their experience and hourly rate, and there are deluxe inner sanctums within certain Equinox clubs. They use eye-scanning technology to figure out who belongs.

    Bronze, silver, gold, platinum: a vocabulary once associated with jewelry or Olympic medals is now attached to your Hertz status, your Delta level, your Obamacare plan, establishing how far forward or back in the pack you belong, herding you into categories that sound suspiciously like evaluations of worth. This is how precious you are.

    And while part of whatís happening is just a refinement of niche marketing and personalized service for the wealthiest Americans at the tippy top, the stratification travels beyond and below that echelon, to communal events at which everyone can see which plateau everyone else inhabits, Six Flags being an example.

    It has something called The Flash Pass, named for the superhero. A regular version of it costs at least $50 on top of general admission, but for at least $80, you get faster access to rides, and for $110, you get that plus the ability to go around on a ride twice in a row. Your second spin pre-empts some eager, nearby aspirantís first.

    For reasons besides thrift, my vote is that my family not go that route.



    Frank Bruni is a columnist for The New York Times.
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