You know what, there is no perfect sob story, not in the way you frame it at least. That’s the key problem with your response. You basically say “well actually” throughout your piece to show, what exactly, her life isn’t hell? That she could be even more broke if her company wasn’t so “awesome”? That she isn’t the right kind of broke?

It’s a shitty situation, one that is echoed by far to many around the Bay Area. She isn’t a one-off case. Her story is indicative of the broader problem of inequality in San Francisco, which, need I remind you, is the worst in the country.

Picking apart her story and saying why her suffering is self inflicted, trying to explain it away, ignores the bigger issues of wealth inequality.

Forest for the trees.

Even ignoring all of that, let’s say you’re right about everything. It still doesn’t matter.

What does it say about you as a person when you come across someone suffering, who doesn’t have enough to eat, can’t afford warmth, can’t live a normal fucking life, and your first reaction is to tell her it’s her fault?

It doesn’t say anything good.