Oh god, the New York private school world. I didn’t realize at the time how much my parents had scrimped to send me. At school I thought I was poor (my parents laughed about how impossible it would be to eat lamb chops for dinner or buy name brand clothes), but in other contexts I was the fancy private school kid.

I really like how the comedian David Mitchell wrote in his autobiography about how he no longer sends donations to his private school, since before it used to be that middle class people could scrimp and send their kids, and now costs have increased so exponentially it’s totally out of reach for all but the super rich.

But anyway, it’s really fucked me up about money for life! I wish I’d never seen a world where kids have horses and private planes. Living a happy normal life somehow feels like a failure, knowing that I was so close to, and I guess expected to enter the world of the super-rich.