I Pity the (Perfect) Fool

I tend to pity the person who’s shackled with the perfect scorecard of privileges. Without poverty, ugliness, shoddy parenting, social isolation, deformity, handicap, ignorance, bad luck, or a general lack of opportunities, what can we blame for our failures. Advantage makes a person responsible for less-than-optimal outcomes, and what normal, self-respecting, other-blaming person wants to be held to that standard?

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