tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14820193.post7091613163328481308..comments2023-12-06T02:21:45.823-08:00Comments on now, tastes more like real life: How privileged are you?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08579912946565177962noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14820193.post-58565509961841491482008-04-30T20:37:00.000-07:002008-04-30T20:37:00.000-07:00"Had more than 500 books in your childhood home." ..."Had more than 500 books in your childhood home." We had the public library! and we used it all the time. We also had/have extended family who cared about literature and movies and music and other arts and who took you cool places.<BR/><BR/>You played in the snow before you graduated from high school. The first time I played in snow, I was practically a grown-up, in my twenties, anyway. And you had birthday parties and a dad who was home in the afternoons (when your mom was belatedly finishing college) so friends could come over after school.<BR/><BR/>Your mom even played the hokey-pokey to set a good example about participating (despite a heartfelt urge to run for the exit). So if you are overly tolerant of "dorky" things, you know who to blame.<BR/><BR/>It's more about resourcefulness than "privilege." Sorry if I sound self-congratulatory, but those were good times. Hectic and happy.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10950391182401617929noreply@blogger.com