The Distress of the Privileged

I’m going to try to get my dad to read this…wish me luck ūüėČ

The Weekly Sift

In a¬†memorable scene from the 1998 film Pleasantville (in which two 1998 teen-agers are transported into the black-and-white world of a 1950s TV show), the father of the TV-perfect Parker family returns from work and says the magic words ‚ÄúHoney, I‚Äôm home!‚ÄĚ, expecting them to conjure up a smiling wife, adorable children, and dinner on the table.

This time, though, it doesn‚Äôt work. No wife, no kids, no food. Confused, he repeats the invocation, as if he must have said it wrong. After searching the house, he wanders out into the rain and plaintively questions this strangely malfunctioning Universe: ‚ÄúWhere‚Äôs my dinner?‚ÄĚ

Privileged distress. I’m not bringing this up just to discuss old movies. As the culture evolves, people who benefitted from the old ways invariably see themselves as victims of change. The world used to fit them like a glove, but it no longer does. Increasingly, they find themselves…

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