In my review of Charles Murray’s book, I noted that I had a very thick bubble – indicating that I’ve successfully isolated myself from the white American underclass.
My bubble, however, is weird.
Murray devotes some space in his book to analyzing the DC area. He notes that if you are invited to dinner at the house of some elite, it’s possible the address of the party will be in a couple of neighborhoods, but it’s almost certain to be in one of four or five other zip codes. I live in one of the former areas.
The SuperZips, in Murray’s book, are those with a very large concentration of elites. My neighborhood’s concentration is not very high, but it’s not in a very weird way. There are essentially two types of people in my neighborhood: very elite whites (elite in terms of influence, income and education) and poor blacks.
My bubble then is thick in the sense that I don’t eat at TGI Friday’s, but it’s thin in the sense that I ate at Popeye’s a couple weeks ago. I don’t watch Nascar, but sometimes at neighborhood establishments (like Popeye’s), I see customers and employees getting in verbal altercations. Crime is relatively high, but it’s possible to believe that "your neighbors" don’t commit crime (with "neighbors" somewhat subjectively defined). Etc.