This capacity for indignation over minor inconveniences is perhaps our greatest luxury. To come from a place so organized, so systematized, so relentlessly functional that a gate change feels like chaos? That’s not a character flaw. It’s extraordinary fortune.
Every single day in America is like a Pinterest page to someone in the third world. First world problems are really just third world blessings.
The poo industry is big business in the U.S. Are we spoiled?