This is fiction
It is time we spared a thought for millions of affluent people–men, women and children–who so often find themselves without proper access to poor consumer choices.
Often posher people are isolated in secluded areas lacking even the most basic dubious choices, typically with no ready access to gambling, cheap alcohol, tobacco or deep-fried chicken limbs.
It is, surely, wrong? It is a fundamental human right for us all to have questionable dietary and financial choices available as we go about our days, business interests rightly tell us.
While these interests offer strenuous support for the rights of the less-well-off to access harmful products, these same voices grow more quiet the posher people are.
The plight of affluent people comes despite often themselves championing the right of the less-well-off to harm themselves.
Posher people have themselves to blame, selflessly paying far more to live in areas lacking poor choices and opposing outlets if they spring up. Such self-denial must end.
Nobody should live without the poor choices they so generously support others to make, especially when they have the means to pay medical bills and run up gambling debts.
No matter how leafy, quiet and secluded a suburb may wish be, it would be unjust for any shady grove, cul-de-sac or hamlet to be denied its Bargain Booze or bookie.
It is time we spoke up for the unusually privileged. None of us deserves to live unable to satisfy the most fleeting wish to consume something a bit harmful. ■