Wherever I lived, I was always happy. Stop whining about America or wherever. The grass is greener…

I wrote a few stories, expressing my sympathy for America. I don’t get emotional about the comments I get. Most are positive or neutral. Some are negative or borderline abusive. I get accused of privilege. Sure, I’m privileged in some ways (blond, white, well educated), but in others — I’m not; in fact, I’m disadvantaged — because of my background, my immigrant status, my accent, or because of my mistakes (I could write a hundred stories about how badly I fucked up and I will write…