Why does the universe send me the random friendly stranger who used to work in the particular not-so-well-off high school, to tell me about the problematicness of the Obama's Art Center on Juneteenth?
Oh, I think it's because she mentioned about the test scores at that school being not very high, and I used to have a job working for a company that put out those kinds of tests. Back when I used to live in the Chicago area for a brief but significant amount of time. That's why.
But then I moved away and was a wage slave (not really, just felt incredibly demoralized) in a sexist restaurant work environment back when bars still allowed smoking for several years, where I did not make enough money and acquired credit card debt while also trying to make sure other people stayed alive in spite of the torturous things a patriarchal society will do to a person's psyche, and that is the kind of experience that no amount of money could ever provide.
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