This brings up the tough question:: where am I on the American food chain of human exploration? If you are not toiling in a cold, damp meat packing plant, picking fruits and votables all day in the blazing hot sun or making up beds in hotel rooms day after boring day or flipping burgers for peanuts or equivalent dead end jobs, then you are likely somehow connected to the exploitation / benefit class.

It's something that many of us don't like to think about or admit.