I’m a nice guy.
I hold the door open for old ladies. I listen to my friends’ problems and offer thoughtful advice. I donate to charity. I give pet owners a smile instead of a scowl when their big, stupid dog slobbers all over my goddamn hand.
And I recline my seat every single time I’m on an airplane.
This is apparently now a part of our national conversation because nothing else pressing is going on that we need to talk about (Ferguson? Who’s Ferguson? You mean the annoying brother from Clarissa Explains it All?). In the past couple weeks, three planes have been diverted because passengers acted like petulant children when the person in front of them reclined. They fought; the planes were forced to land.