Armchair poverty tourism has been around as long as authors have written about class. As an author, I have struggled myself with the nuances of writing about poverty without reducing any community to a catalog of its difficulties.
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
When Ginger Rogers danced with Astaire, it was the only time in the movies when you looked at the man, not the woman.