I think it might help to explain my previous and kind of rambling post.
My take on America and life here might be diffrent then many of my friends, colored by the fact that I am a frist generation American.
My grandmother (same grandmother) came to the United States by herself after the second world war. She left my father and aunt in Germany and came here, alone, to find a better life for her family. My father and aunt joined her a bit later, my father then in highschool and my aunt younger.
My father joined the milatary, as so many who are not native born do (says something, no?) And I grew up living life through the eyes of a first generation army brat. We did not live in a big subdivision, and none of my friends had parents with expensive cars, or got to go on annual expensive vacations. So none of that was put forth to me as "the goal."
It probably helped this that my mother was a little hippy dippy...