> In candor, I’m approaching this topic with a fair amount of bias. Being an outsider early in my adulthood was the most positive experience I have ever had. At 25, I moved to a foreign country where I didn’t speak a word of the language, and knew not one soul save for a woman I hoped to marry, but who spoke little English.
> That woman became my wife, and subsequently became an outsider in the United States.
Translation: I subjugated someone of a culture historically regarded as inferior to my own to the supremacy of western culture. Since they are now my wife, this gives me moral clearance to extol the virtues of a disadvantaged upbringing without having actually suffered any of its hardship myself, and also paint myself with an aura of pseudo-accomplishment for having experienced a mere fraction of that lifestyle.