I can't really say that the proletarianism thing has worked out well. Let's just say, for the sake of closure, that neither partner in our marriage was truly happy, and neither got what we needed. I didn't get an identity, and proletarianism didn't get a new Spartacus willing to live and die for its causes. 

In secret, to our friends, we'll tell the truth. Proletarianism found me too wimpy. I found it completely unimaginative and anti-artistic. Thank God we didn't have children.