One of my roommates has a tendency of complaining that her parents keep giving her food because they’re worried she doesn’t know how to cook or feed herself. It kinda bothers me, especially as someone who doesn’t live close to home. Like, why aren’t you grateful for this immense privilege you have? You’re complaining about something that isn’t even an issue.
Just like how it sometimes bothered me when folks complained about being unable to go home even when they lived an hour or less away from home. I understand what you mean and I get that sometimes even living that far away can be tough, especially when you’re busy, but you kinda sound like a jackass. Last semester, I didn’t even go home for spring break; I just worked through it. And honestly, it could be worse for myself. I live an affordable six-ish hours away from home, and a plane ticket can usually be purchased for less than $200. That’s hardly anything to complain about, compared to folks who live across the country (or even farther) from where they consider home.
I just… feel like sometimes we’re developing this culture of victimhood and constantly telling others to recognize their privileges as if we ourselves don’t have any, especially people in Berkeley. You clearly have some sort of educational privilege because you’re going to an often nationally- and internationally-ranked public university.
Ughhhh and don’t get me started on the people who try to advocate for experiences that aren’t actually theirs without fully acknowledging their ally-ship does form some degree of separation from the issue at hand. That doesn’t mean you aren’t qualified for advocate for it; but it does mean that you have to be aware of how you consciously discuss experiences that are not your own.