We all live in our own bubbles. We hang out with people who think like us and dress like us and vote like us. People who aspire to the same goals and lifestyles that we aspire to. We hang out with people who shop like we do, and maybe share an interest in the same activities.
These days we can even select where we get our news from, and that news usually reflects our own values.
The widening of the gaps in wealth and income distribution exacerbate our bubble problem, because some bubbles cannot imagine what life is like in other bubbles.
Which brings us to El Paso. The fat cats pulling the City’s strings cannot imagine what life is like for the rest of us. Which is bad, because local government is only responsive to the needs of the fat cats.
But, as bad as that is, it’s not the worst of it.
The El Paso they envision is designed for the rest of the one percent. So it’s doomed to fail.
Because the one percent can live anywhere they want. The can move to La Jolla, or Majorca, or Manhattan. And, as nice as El Paso is, it will be hard to convince the one percent that El Paso deserves a look, despite all the wonderful, unique, entertainment options that you can get here or anywhere else. Like TopGolf, or a Triple A ballpark, or Whole Foods.
And lemme tell you, if those upper-income denizens ever were to move to El Paso, then no one else will. Because no one wants to hear about their Bentleys, or the night they spent tripping on Ecstacy at a disco in Ibiza, or how much money their dad made on his latest hostile takeover. I mean, literally, no one. Not even the other one percenters.
Those one percenters are souless and shallow and boring, and they try to fill their lives up with things.
And that is the bedrock on which our local government is trying to build our city’s economic development.