And yet that's written by someone who is working for 10 times minimum wage from his home on his adjustable motorized standing desk. While ordering sushi (because I can afford to every day and the maid is off, because I can afford a maid) for lunch, I received a text message from my friend, a nurse, saying that she will do 50 hours this week and she can't come to the diner we plan.

I'm French, lived in Africa, worked in Asia and the US, and, no, this is not a twitter thing.

I already considered myself amazingly lucky just for having hot water, electricity, and always have heat/sleep/food.

But this life a lot of us enjoy in 202*?

It's damn luxurious.