I have discovered, among my smart college-educated white upper-middle-class mostly-male circle of friends, that there are few people who have done anything but white-collar jobs. Most have never held ANY unskilled-labor job, EVER, including during high school. EVER.
That first sentence could also be pronounced "...among my [privilege] [privilege] [privilege] [privilege] [privilege]...".
I have discovered that I tend to have more respect for the ones who have; they read as "less spoiled", somehow, and then when I find out they once bagged groceries or changed diapers it just all hangs together. The ones who've been burger-flippers or security guards tend to be --- not always, but they tend to be --- the same ones who would have seen the alternate pronunciation of that first sentence and its implications.
What I respect is that awareness, wherever it comes from.
That first sentence could also be pronounced "...among my [privilege] [privilege] [privilege] [privilege] [privilege]...".
I have discovered that I tend to have more respect for the ones who have; they read as "less spoiled", somehow, and then when I find out they once bagged groceries or changed diapers it just all hangs together. The ones who've been burger-flippers or security guards tend to be --- not always, but they tend to be --- the same ones who would have seen the alternate pronunciation of that first sentence and its implications.
What I respect is that awareness, wherever it comes from.
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It's a hard thing, I think, figuring out where to draw the line between giving one's children a better opportunity and teaching them the value of that opportunity. I'm not sure I'd know how to do that as a parent. I wish you the best in navigating those waters when it's your turn to do it.