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 yelled at a waiter the other night because I thought he was trying to pass regular salt off as sea salt. It turned out it was sea salt, but it was Australian instead of Japanese, so I still feel justified.”
