How many people in the DUmmieverse would lose their mind in frustration over the fact that I, a middle aged white middle manager, soon to be business owner, along with my family and my unashamedly Zionist friend had an awesome Christmas, free of strife and histrionics.

We ate delicious dead animals and rich desserts, and exchanged store bought gifts. The special day was highlighted by witnessing the joy of Christmas in a 2 year old whose mommy didn't abort her (sorry, Blanche!!!) receiving plastic based gifts purchased at Walmart.
I want to feel bad about not feeling bad.

I should be ashamed because it is only due to my excess of privilege, and not from any active effort on my part (like working 12 to 14 hour shifts 6 days a week until I earned the position I am in) that I am not as miserable as they are.

But I don't!
