How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. That's what Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote. I'm always asking: How do I hate thee? How much time do you have?
Take travel, for instance. I hate flying on private jets. When someone takes me on one, I'm always treated like a queen, but because I'm a guest it means that whoever owns the jet is a lot richer and more famous than I am. And if that private jet goes down, the obituary in the New York Times will read: International Oil Magnate Sheik Abdullah Muckety Muck And Four Other (Poorer) People Die In Private Plane Crash.
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