Imagine having to close a car door- I could never. Why with my infinite supply of butlers there to drive for me, eat for me and breathe for me, I could never partake in such peasantry as living. By the way, I was being sarcastic. God I could never be like them. The high society with sleekly polished nails canvased to perfection, much like their readymade lives served on a silver platter, no taxes included of course. We, the butlers waiting on them hand and foot, put on our sharpest uniforms in their presence, and go home to our bills, our empty fridge, our children we couldn't take care of because we spent our day working for them. This "us" vs "them" mentality we see so prominently in our communities is undeniable in Sweat . The clearest example is how the factory workers refer to management. Those in charge have the power to make the rules, decide the fates of the countless workers below them, but as this power is abused, its no longer a "we" a...