It isn't easy being a privileged citizen of a developed nation. This blog is a catalog of the unending ways it's lonely at the top. Contact the honkies in charge at [email protected] and tell us how you've suffered.
“I didn’t have the ingredients to make what I wanted for dinner, so I drove to the store. But there’s a McDonald’s on the way, so I stopped and got sandwiches, and by the time I got to the grocery store, I’d already eaten.”