At which point, readers may object that being born in a relatively congenial part of the world is not a “privilege,” or by implication a basis for guilt, a thing for which to atone. Any more than being born somewhere less congenial is a sin, a thing for which to atone.
“I think they know they ‘got lucky’ but don’t really care,” chides one of the subsequent commenters. “Everything is luck and random chance,” insists another. Note the implication that the comfort and agreeableness of a society is merely a matter of chance, of luck. As if the preceding cultivation of values and behaviour played no part whatsoever.
As if culture and civilisation didn’t matter.