I had regarded business class flights as privileges that not many would have the privilege to enjoy. If you are not convinced of my sense of superiority, read the Prologue of my book, “Stress in the City: Playing My Way Out of Depression”, where I document a journey on a flatbed in the air, and the condescension I had felt towards those in cattle class because I did not deem everyone worthy of flying Business Class. I was still in corporate then, younger, more naïve, and felt even more superior, omnipotent and invincible than now. I felt I had earned the right to the privilege of Business Class flights.
At the same time, I regard business class flights as an entitlement. I work hard, I hustle, I slave away for different purposes, my body is forever damaged by bearing two children, so why would I not reward myself with some minimal comfort and space when cramped up in the air for hours?
Right now, as I type this, I am sitting in Business Class, feet up, back seat slanted with a puffy pillow. Keep Reading…
