Whenever I read about, think, or discuss these concepts I think of this comic.
A short story about privilege. By Toby Morris.
I was raised in between the two. The functional output was a Richard upbringing that paid for his own school, but for tremendous effort and sacrifice by my parents it really would have looked a lot more like Paula.
I'm not rich by any means, but my son with have a Richard upbringing. If when all is said and done he's not aware of the advantage (not feel guilty for it, just be aware) I've failed as a parent.
Sometimes I'll see a social media post of some old classmate that's on the dole that has some cooler shit than me. There's a moment of frustration when I see my eye-watering tax bill buy a VR headset for someone that will never hold a job. But then I think of their kids, who will be in school with mine. The Paula upbringing is more than they can realistically hope for. The limitations and choices of their parents are not their fault. And if it weren't for the government waste, the bloat, the self-righteous grandstanding- eye watering tax to help those kids overcome their lot in life doesn't seem so unfair.