Talking on the phone with a friend about the “pride” word.

He said he’d experienced a kind of working-class pride when considering the dubious successes of some more privileged peers. I said that he was feeling proud of his own accomplishments despite not being so privileged. And that what he had been feeling in terms of being working class was resentment.

Now, no matter what semantic difficulties I may have with “pride,” I am totally down with resentment, whether it be ethnic, national, or just plain quotidian. Long live resentment!

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