The haircut, the bracelets, the gut. The red plastic cups. Future Frat Boy of America?
This is the kind of silliness that goes on most mornings. (The head-shaking is not typical; the squealing is.) I’m thrilled to have finally caught an example on camera.
“It seems we cannot spontaneously feel important enough to ourselves, sufficiently worthy of carrying our absurd figure through the tangles of life, unless at some point … we were privileged enough to derive a sense of mattering limitlessly and inordinately to another person.”
—Alain de Botton, on the role of a parent’s unconditional love