We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I don't want people to know what class I'm really in, so I usually dress like a homeless person: Old clothes, shirt untucked, dirty boots, unshaven. It really works to keep women from hitting on me (LOL!)
On that subject, I dress comfortably, not quite homeless style but definitely working class outdoorsy casual. I am practiced at being alone even in a crowd. Ironically it does not keep women from hitting on me. When that happens I play dumb, try not to make eye contact or small talk and move on.
Had a conversation with a very wealthy guy from California, lived in an expensive house on the ocean and everything else. He said he drove a very old car, which his wealthy friends at the country club didn't understand, so when meeting women they didn't ring up the bank account upon seeing his old car. Makes perfect sense.