Being good is a privilege. I was thinking about how life has gone over the last several years, and I came to a stark realization that if my circumstances weren't as favorable as they are, I'd have done a whole lot of worse things just to get by. It's easy to have morals when you have a roof over your head, running water, and food to eat. In times of greater desperation, I probably wouldn't have been so ethically charged with my decisions. The stability of economic privilege makes pretty much any ethical stance one of privilege to me, and I think that's why I'm so disgusted by internet moralizing. It takes a lot more guts to admit to being wrong than it does to boldly claim being right, and that kind of intellectual honesty is so important to me—I can spot a load of bullshit from a mile away. I'm reminded of that scene in Breaking Bad where Walt is flunking a student, and as the kid tries to talk his way out of a failing grade, Walt just plainly tells him "don't bullshit a…
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