The airlines are the a**holes here, not me
The thing about air travel is, it sucks. I know this, you know this; collectively, we know this. If Sartre were alive to see the rise of commercial airlines, his famous quip on humanity would probably read something like, “Hell is other people in this goddamned economy cabin right now.”
This quotation is totally right. Not just because I fabricated it to support my next point (I did), but because the only people who suffer this agony are the suckers riding coach.
For years, airlines have been squeezing us proles in coach into smaller spaces to charge spectacular premiums on larger spaces. And guess what? Passengers routinely spend billions of dollars annually on those first class/business class/economy plus/whatever options just to make themselves comfortable. No one gives those bougie bastards any grief for fueling the legroom-industrial complex with their disposable income.
But when I push back a measly 10 degrees from true north to enjoy the tiny bit of freedom our airline overlords have granted us in steerage, I’m shouted down as a knee-knocking knave by my own coach-bound brethren. How does that make sense?
We must fight this skyward classism together, my fellow poors. They’ve got us snarling at each other over a moot point -- “to recline, or not to recline?” -- when we should really be focused on curbing the vicious tyranny of fee-based comfort. Until then, I’ll recline with discretion, and hope for the best.