January 30, 2010
Last night we sat at dinner with some friends and talked about guilt. I maintained that lapsed Catholics having enough residual guilt in them to last a lifetime could lord it over anyone in this department. My friend countered that, being Chinese, she had on offer a special brand of ethnic guilt, something that transcended religion. Had they been there, my Jewish cousins could have weighed in with their own since they’ve been eating traif since 1979. But Rich, being the only WASP at the table, sat smugly, happy to have gotten away with only innate repression and debilitating thriftiness.