Gripe

Talking about riding, I am beginning to develop a gripe about a certain type of free-rider.

At the risk of stereotyping and generalising, I have this much to say about first world expatriates in Singapore.

In today's environment, where the West's entitlement culture built on untenable borrowing from the future is facing strong headwinds, I am starting to take issue with the growing number of Western expatriates in Singapore, who seem to be closeting themselves in a new kind of comfort bubble.

I am not sure that the average quality of life and renumeration they enjoy in Singapore is anywhere proportionate to the average contribution they make to their employers or to society. Singapore is not a faraway swampy badland, but a most modern and convenient first world city state, so nothing warrants the hardship benefits they enjoy. Most of these expatriates would kill to have the kind of life they enjoy here.

And that is what is killing me. Sour grapes?