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July 19, 2014
And we are, simultaneously, of privilege. We may not (all) be upper-middle class, but we come well educated from loved homes and decent colleges.

I can resent my parents and still eat dinner every night prepared by my mother and rely on my father to check my tire pressures.

Nate and I, specifically, are similar in that we are the children of hard working immigrants who have done more for us than we have for ourselves or anyone else, more than we honestly care to do. That is the kind of privilege that borders onto being spoiled and pathetic.