Ressentiment: why Nietzsche matters even if you never read him

Are you trading the power to change for the pleasure of feeling sinned‑against?

A long time ago I found myself crouched behind a bush, sucking lukewarm beer through a hole in a can that I had just dropped on the sidewalk. I couldn’t afford to lose that beer, you see, since I saw it as my medicine. I had just finished selling plasma to be able to afford that beer, and they wouldn’t let me back in to ‘donate’ for another day or two, …