No. There is a considerable difference that I notice when I'm in River Oaks or Tanglewood driving past the homes of the Bushes and the Hobbys and the Bakers - the old, sedate brick houses that signal nothing to the outsider but offer craftsmanship and history to those privileged enough to step inside - and when I'm driving through an outer-ring McMansion development with faux-Mediterranean nightmares that can barely fit on the lots they were built on and that are plastered with every kind of ornament the tract home developer could think of. There's a difference between the matron driving to the Junior League luncheon in her old but perfectly well-kept Mercedes E-Class and the bleach-blonde financial advisor's wife wearing massive designer sunglasses and careening across lanes of traffic in a G-Class with the dealer tags still on it.
Perhaps it is a slight difference in tone, but the distinction should not be enough to spare either from their just desert - the guillotine.
