There’s a certain type of person — the rich failson, the seventh-generation British lord, the D-level Barstool podcaster — who walk around the world perpetually aggrieved that they aren’t getting the respect they deserve. Their entire personalities are based around open-mouthed shock that they don’t get treated in the way they feel they’ve somehow earned simply by dint of their blustering existence, that the public doesn’t gratefully reward them for doing whatever it is they do. That what they actually do mostly amounts to walking around the world demanding respect doesn’t mitigate their desire for it; they are, in fact, the sum total of their tautology.
Benetti, Boyer, and Respect
