“Nobody wants to sit next to a fat person on a plane. Don’t think we don’t know. That’s why – to return to my first-class flight – my foray into “luxury” was so disheartening. It wasn’t a taste of the high life so much as an infuriating illumination of how dismal it is to fly any other way. I realized: Oh. Flying first class wasn’t intrinsically special, but it was the first time in recent memory that I’ve felt like a human being on a plane.”
