Who wants to be a (stressed-out) millionaire? Um. Me?


My favorite line in Fiddler on the Roof goes like this:

A young revolutionary tells Tevye, "Money is the world's curse." Tevye, the poor, beleaguered milk man, pushes him aside and, raising his finger to the sky, announces, "May God strike me down! And may I never recover!!"

That's sort of the feeling I get when I read items like this. Dalton Conley, a professor of sociology at NY University who had studied race and class extensively, wrote an Op-Ed for the New York Times over the weekend claiming that it's the rich who are more stressed out these days.