Mostly, though, I write about the small things- the little twinges of feeling hopeless and alone, the moments of fear and insecurity, the sudden realizations that someone I’m speaking to has no idea where I’m coming from or what my life is like. These things may seem obvious, but to the people who don’t experience them, they’re really not. During my senior year of college, I found myself finally living with a housemate who was in a similar situation, and over time we began to talk a lot about our moments of frustration and stress and our experiences of difference- our “class rage,” as we came to call it. This blog grew out of my realization that I deeply needed spaces like that to process my experiences with class and to feel truly like I was not alone.
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A blog more people should read.
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