Must-Be-Nice

while we’re on the subject:

@ The Whites:

Why is it that we have to bend over backwards, break our backs, practically beg you on our knees for a seat at the table (and are expected to grin and bear it when we’re told ‘no’), but the moment we go and set up a table for ourselves, you decide to invite yourselves and take offense when we tell you ‘no’?

how does it feel to live with that amount of entitlement?