I Have Quite Enough Privilege, Thanks
In fact, can I share some with my neighbors?
Like millions of other white kids of my generation, I grew up being reminded repeatedly by my Depression-era parents how poor we were. Not a light to be left on in any unoccupied room, thermostat set to 68 degrees all winter, and girls, you’re going to double up in the bathtub. Four kids, two baths. Stand looking in the…