At O’Hare airport, I’m waiting at the gate for my flight when a fellow passenger and I witness a twenty-something woman pitch a screaming fit. She has been waiting at the airport for three whole hours! How dare they make her wait? Apparently she wants everyone in the concourse to share her misery and moral outrage. She’s an example of the marriage of narcissism and victimhood that's so prevalent in our society: WHAT ABOUT ME?