I had recently been to my son's school for this sports day. And I could not have felt more out of place.
I was wearing my normal office clothes, but almost all other parents were dressed as if they were for the derby. They had round hats, huge sun glasses, EsBeda bags hung half way through their hands, clutches that glittered as if this some dj's wet dream, and armani jeans and mont blanc shoes.
Why would I want my son to be part of this?
Why would I want to be part of this charade?
Can I withdraw? Can I choose to John Galt?
Can I choose to be Buddha?
If you have ever wondered why Buddha is my role model, the latest in a series of answers lies in my son's school.
I was wearing my normal office clothes, but almost all other parents were dressed as if they were for the derby. They had round hats, huge sun glasses, EsBeda bags hung half way through their hands, clutches that glittered as if this some dj's wet dream, and armani jeans and mont blanc shoes.
Why would I want my son to be part of this?
Why would I want to be part of this charade?
Can I withdraw? Can I choose to John Galt?
Can I choose to be Buddha?
If you have ever wondered why Buddha is my role model, the latest in a series of answers lies in my son's school.
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