That's one of the better words to use nowadays. It's really a description of what can happen when a person's sense of entitlement is actually justified; yet others disappprove.
I'm not too sure about anybody else, but I went to college to be a journalist.
After a few years, I received my diploma.
I figured, in my small-town naivete, that I would be able to parlay that into a lucrative skateboarding writing career; having skated every day for well over half my life; paying full price for product, and telling people to forget it when offers of sponsorship or free product came my way.
I never skated for anything but fun, I'm not a hyper-skilled skateboarder, but I realize what it takes to make it that far and I have always been enamoured with people who can make the pressure and constant physical demand seem like their duty.
There are a ton of people from my area of Canada who have made it pretty well as sponsored skateboarders, and I'm quite sure they're a little busy to constantly offer insight into whatever makes them sick of the scene, or whatever is great and pure.
The point is, after all these ramblings, that I believe my sense of entitlement not only comes from ability and experience, but the educational birthright that comes from going to school so that your opinion is actually something you have worked for.
It's finally stopped raining here. I'm going skating so I can sweat out the negativity.