Despite making a pretty decent living these days, some things still regularly flash me back to my less-well-off upbringing and set me off on a class warrior rant. One of these is conspicuous consumption in the form of ridiculously expensive items which have no intrinsic worth, but are made pricey for no purpose other than to display wealth ostentatiously. Like diamond-studded memory sticks. (Christ, if you’re going to consume conspicuously, buy something that is expensive for a reason, not just made expensive as a way to show off your score, he said with a straight face.)