Culturally-speaking, it's easy for me to identify with the homeowners in my neighborhood. People tell me I look like I have a mortgage; and I believe them, because neighborhood panhandlers won't leave me alone (please don't backtrack across 24th street after midnight to tell me your tale of woe--I'm still checking myself for bullet holes weeks later). Also, I've never felt the need to pee in board member Tim Dray's yard.
In other words, I get it. I'm a descendant of homeowners, after all. But I don't feel like that cultural understanding is going both ways. I worry that modest-living, yard-less, childless, dog-less renters are a thing certain people can't wrap their minds around--except as a poor life choice or a moral failing.
In other words, I get it. I'm a descendant of homeowners, after all. But I don't feel like that cultural understanding is going both ways. I worry that modest-living, yard-less, childless, dog-less renters are a thing certain people can't wrap their minds around--except as a poor life choice or a moral failing.
