In February 2017, GQ published a bittersweet reflection on the perseverance of cash culture. The story begins by recognising a sudden over-dependence on non-cash payment alternatives surrounding him in Manhattan's most typical queues; It ends passionately on a proud 'cash is king' note.
Even with more and more businesses going cashless, carrying around a few twenties is the considerate thing to do.
'...At the intersection of Spring Street and Crosby Street, I overheard a man who was wearing pre-Alessandro Michele Gucci Horsebit Loafers. He was talking to his friend, who was not wearing pre-Alessandro Michele Gucci Horsebit Loafers, and said, “I fear the day homeless people start accepting credit cards.” The two men went into Balthazar and probably ordered the seafood tower and probably have Raya profiles and probably didn’t delete their Uber accounts.
I carry cash. You should, too. And not just because it’s good manners, but because there is a particular kind of entitlement about choosing not to. A presumptuousness. I carry $100. Five twenties. Have it: to split the bill after dinner. Have it: to tip your barber, your barista, your delivery person. (You can't beat cash for that.) Have it: for emergency situations. Have it: for small purchases. Have it: because cash is untraceable and not all drug dealers take Venmo...'