In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
Good manners protect the privileged, but leave the unprivileged more vulnerable.
My self-absorption warms me; yours boils me.
Until I am ready to lose weight, I cannot see how fat I am.
Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.
Modern pictures banish depiction for interfering with the workings of paint.