I get a call today from a store in Palm Beach notifying me that the cashmere blackwatch tartan sport coat they ordered for me has come in.
A few points to think about.
1. This wasn’t custom made for me, I wouldn’t back away from a commitment like that.
2. It’s not really a stock item, they had a batch made up and they already sold the 42r. I expressed interest in it this past September so they made another one up.
3. I didn’t leave a deposit.
4. I can back out, but they may get a little peeved especially if they don’t sell it his season.
So am I breaking my vow of no new clothes or do I get a pass because it was technical ordered last year?
Harvard has done students a great service by preparing them for holiday conversations with cattle back home. Using a handy place mat in the dining halls, no less.
Now the college students will be ready to set the rubes back home straight on important social justice and international topics.
Harvard explains:
Associate Director of Communications Rachel Dane confirmed the
placemats were created by the Office for Equity, Diversity, and
Inclusion in collaboration with the Freshmen Dean’s Office.
“The project came about as we thought together about how we can
acknowledge the issues happening nationally and internationally and was
intended to provide a framework to help first-year students with
potentially difficult conversations during their first visits back
home,” Dane told Campus Reform.
This is so absurd I had to check to make sure it wasn’t a spoof.
This is absolutely terrible. A universities roll is to be a place of ideas, this is pure programming! There’s no longer a line between how to think, and what to think. This is worse than that, it’s not even what to think, it’s what to say. WTF.
Generally, I might have said precocious. But since about mid-November, probably somnolent. Not the best time of the year for it. Though perhaps I am ready to hibernate.
According to a conversation I had with one of my partners last week, a particular client thinks I am “abrasive.” After 17 years doing this, I have definitely reached a point where I no longer suffer fools gladly. If you pay me for my professional advice and pointedly choose to ignore it, don’t expect me to turn cartwheels. How’s that for abrasive? [insert medium serious rude hand gesture here]