Seems quesadillas. Widespread. Quintessentially the advertisement. American way. Even origins. Priceless. Priceless. Privileged people like soccer families in the suburbs with no real problems. Talking about how their kid got treated wrong. It's all framed like we're the righteous ones, we do everything right and other people fail us, we are the flagpole of morality and other people make us *shake our heads.* It's supposed to make the listener agree and sympathize and above all agree that the speaker and by extension the listener too (because that's what we're in this club for anyway. Right?) is the paragon here. We're normal, we're OK, the outside world (so close and yet so far) is crazy. Which could be seen as kind of blandly admirable, if it weren't secretly and codedly couched and soaked in the secret victim mentality. That mentality keeps us obedient, afraid, enslaved, and ready to fight—but only as directed. (2016)