Book 26 of 2020 was The Rainbow Comes and Goes. I found this book at a little free library. I had read Gloria Vanderbilt’s wikipedia page at some point, but I don’t remember why. I thought it was interesting that she’s Anderson Cooper’s mom. This book is a series of emails written between the two, but the focus is mostly on her life. There must have been libraries of books and articles written about her, but I’ve never read any: I’m glad to hear it from her perspective.
I like her writing style. I like her openness and dreaminess. I like how she didn’t seem to take herself too seriously, or have issues of pride and image (though she admits vanity). She grew up “with every privilege in the world” — or so the SJWs would doubtlessly characterize it. But that didn’t mean her life was easy. Everyone has struggles: hers were epic and tragic (early death of her father, feeling neglected/abandoned by her mother, bitter custody case all over the media, suicide of her son, being cheated out of millions by people she trusted) rather than prosaic and mundane (hunger, dangerous neighborhoods, etc: whatever it is that the “underserved” communities complain about).
It was refreshing to read this book after the last two. Despite many of her troubles being unambiguously the fault of others, she spends no time blaming anyone else. She focuses on herself, her own regrets, and making different choices based on past outcomes. I find her deeply admirable.
I’ve always been a fan of people who grow up in this specific type of bubble. So many of them grow up to be charmingly soft and dreamy. Like unicorns and marshmallows. Magical. Not of this world. It’s hard for me to listen to the rabble and dreary of social justice trying to pull people down in the name of “equity.” They want fewer people like Gloria Vanderbilt to exist. I want more.
Here’s my answer to inequality and lack of privilege. It’s easy to figure out all the ways in which your potential offspring will lack privilege. Wrong race, not enough wealth, etc. And if you run the numbers and find that there might be some lack of privilege worth complaining about? The answer is strikingly simple: do the world a favor and never procreate. Again, because I want the world to have more people like Gloria Vanderbilt, not fewer. I want it to be full of lively, magical, fun people who don’t have a spare second to spend blaming others for their troubles. It’s a better world: guaranteed.