The "Spaghetti-in-the-Face" of it All

Every day the world throws a plate of spaghetti in your face. And if you wake up in the morning saying, "I will not tolerate having a plate of spaghetti thrown in my face," you'll have a very bad experience here. Sure enough, most people have a very bad experience here. It's a hallmark of aristocrats to eagerly draw red circles around the Unacceptable. They're accustomed to having their preferences coddled. Others come into more frequent contact with unavoidable friction, providing opportunities to perhaps stumble into acceptance, while aristocrats persistently assume they have a veto over how things work. At this point everyone in the First World is an aristocrat, and thus entitled to draw red lines that God, the universe, or whatever must respect, even though, hilariously, they never do. If, on the other hand, you lick your face and exclaim, "Mmm, spaghetti!" — or simply accept the experience neutrally — then you'll have a much better time here. And since we have free latitude to…