The most awesome experience that could possibly be documented by a group of college students hoping to go on a heady road trip. An African-American president was sworn in and about one gozillion people half froze in the streets for hours to support him. There was strugglin', strivin', throbbin', and thrivin', but yeah, everyone was survivin'.
Remember when we went to presidential inauguration 2009 and Barack Obama said "Yes we can!"?
The opposite side of the spectrum from class, yet no less valid. James Bond is class, with a slick haircut, a shaken martini, and a gold watch. Jimbo the karaoke king is anticlass. He's got a mullet, a Miller High Life (champagne of beers, come on!) and an Indiglo from Wal-mart. To Jimbo's constituency, his brand of class (anticlass) is just as great as James Bond's peers find his classic form.
I brought a 40oz Old English to the party last night and felt the poster child of anticlass.