The administration of my university is refusing to negotiate a contract. The overpaid, incompetent top administrator is wasting gigantic amounts of money on vanity projects. Expensive new buildings are being built, but they stand filthy because janitors can’t take the terrible working conditions and leave in droves.

Yesterday, people went out to protest. And what I found interesting in the whole thing is that the top administrator called them tasteless to discredit them. Not dishonest, not wrong, not lazy, not confused, not entitled, but tasteless.

This is not the first time he does this. When people complain about low pay, inflation eating up the salaries that haven’t seen a cost-of-living increase in years, and the lack of a contract, this administrator routinely tells some anecdote that positions him as a fancy person with refined tastes and an expensive lifestyle. What’s really entertaining is that flaunting one’s wealth in the faces of people who say they struggle to put food on the table because you’re underpaying them is the most vulgar, low-class thing of all.

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A conservative literary critic and college professor