I thought of an episode of Sex and the City, when Samantha got stood up in a restaurant, by a real-estate tycoon, and started crying, right in front of “the Pakistani busboy.” Carrie called him that in the voice-over, though he looked to be in his forties. At the coat check, the Pakistani busboy kissed Samantha—“Samantha let the Pakistani busboy kiss her; after all, he’d been so sweet and attentive with the bread”—and suggested they leave together. Samantha hesitated, then recovered her self-respect just in time to give him a big tip and leave with her head held high. Yes, that was it: you were supposed to remember that you were better than him.