A lesson in nuance
As someone ridden with privilege, I have secretly taken pride in my ability to see a wrong. On occasions even point it out. A couple of years ago, my cook had proudly announced that her daughter was getting married. At an age which was seemingly unfair. Out of severe disappointment, I had not said much then, except grumbling about her education and dreams. Cook then went on to educate me about how this was a norm where she came from….