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February 6, 2013

An interesting read. I don’t personally agree with the “make the privileged” comfortable tact. I just don’t have the energy to invite lions to mouse parties and say “oops sorry he’s trying to better himself but his class/gender/junglecat privilege is such a burden” every time he eats my allies. At this stage in my life, I’m kind of at the “evolve or die” stage with the George Parkers. Oh yes, not showing them sympathy does result in roaring and hurt feelings but I think its better for their “Inferior” allies to see how the so-called nice guys show their teeth.

The Weekly Sift

In a memorable scene from the 1998 film Pleasantville (in which two 1998 teen-agers are transported into the black-and-white world of a 1950s TV show), the father of the TV-perfect Parker family returns from work and says the magic words “Honey, I’m home!”, expecting them to conjure up a smiling wife, adorable children, and dinner on the table.

This time, though, it doesn’t work. No wife, no kids, no food. Confused, he repeats the invocation, as if he must have said it wrong. After searching the house, he wanders out into the rain and plaintively questions this strangely malfunctioning Universe: “Where’s my dinner?”

Privileged distress. I’m not bringing this up just to discuss old movies. As the culture evolves, people who benefitted from the old ways invariably see themselves as victims of change. The world used to fit them like a glove, but it no longer does. Increasingly, they find themselves…

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