Is there anything more featureless than being a white, middle-class, heterosexual American male? There’s nothing controversial for us to fight for. Our job is to do our part to keep the species moving forward, and, thanks to religion and politics, we tend to screw that up. Our value has been reduced to our purchasing power. And when we don’t have much of that, we just fade away. Or we write books about raging against the machine that few read, and fewer understand.
Of course there are some of us who fight like hell to break out of this cage and rise to great heights where our purchasing power increases along with our perceived status. But then, eventually, we all die, and our ashes mingle together with every other person who has drawn breath on a planet spinning through the dark void of space.