A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
On this morning's pillow, last week's New Yorker. Inside it, a story entitled "The Golden Generation" by Jiayang Fan. Here we learn about the fuerdai, the children of post-Communist China's capitalist class, of which Vancouver's Weymi is one.
"Weymi's parents promised her a half a million dollars to launch a luxury-lifestyle magazine, which will be distributed to high-end stores, in order to foster a sense of exclusivity."
That last clause ("in order to foster a sense of exclusivity") appears without direct attribution or irony -- and is yet another reason why this article is worth reading