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On the library thing, I meant kids having access, more than adults. Most schools, even if they have a shitty one, have one. And sometimes things are stocked in the hopes they won't get noticed and pulled off the shelf for the trash bin. Some of the first Moorcock, Melville, and Byron I ever read were from the school library in Kyle, South Dakota. Not to mention what may have been the first proper physics text book I ever looked at (college text - I had no idea what it meant more than half the time, but loved the sound of it and yes, it did help later down life).
Privilege is easier to ring up, in a sense, than class, even though class feels like it ought to be a measurable factor in discerning privilege. We should be proud of our privileges, or at least happy we had/have them. I like the idea that I was privileged, that I had a leg up, but I also enjoy realizing, yes, I was at least aware as a kid what the heat bill was like. (I am filled with pride.) Whether we were going up or down with re-marrying parents or guardians changing jobs or locations, with whatever kinds of ups and downs, it means we had something. Regardless of whether your first car was new or used, who paid for it, or if you even had a first car. |
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