Let's look at a set of individuals:
I knew this guy who lived with three other people in a boiling apartment while working on a loading dock making five bucks an hour.
I knew this guy who was unemployed and had so little to eat he lost 15 pounds of weight, and he wasn't overweight to begin with.
I knew this guy who put all his possessions in his friend's subcompact to drive to a new city to start a job making $19,500 a year.
I knew this guy who worked in an entry-level professional job, but money was tight, so he brought in his lunch every day while others could eat out every day.
I knew this guy who worked a journey-level professional job who could only afford a one room apartment, but had enough to do what he wanted, as long as he wasn't extravagent.
I knew this guy who worked a pretty decent professional job and has the resources to live in a good neighborhood and take vacations to Europe occasionally.
You can see these people have wildly unequal incomes. Does Barney Frank think it's a bad thing that all these people exist?
(One other minor fact: all those people are me, at different stages of my life.)
WOW!!!!
What an excellent illustration of what these people just don't seem to get.
Kudos to you.