I am now One Of Those People. The people with the shrieking baby in the back of the plane. Why don’t those people shut up that baby? Why did they bring the baby on the plane? What is wrong with those people?
When you are One Of Those People, you suddenly learn the answers to those questions, but you find you are unable to explain those answers to the People Who Hate Those People. I used to be one of you. Now I’m one of us.
I am sorry.