Mostly I love the weekly Friday Coffee Circle at the kids' school, where parents sit around for about an hour after drop-off and chat over hot beverages and morning snacks.
But the ritual of temptation/denial/abjection around eating said morning snacks, repeated by nearly every participant *and* passer-by, I could really do without. Eat the donut if you want it or STFU.
(We won't even get into this morning's vasectomy discussion here.)
But the ritual of temptation/denial/abjection around eating said morning snacks, repeated by nearly every participant *and* passer-by, I could really do without. Eat the donut if you want it or STFU.
(We won't even get into this morning's vasectomy discussion here.)
I have asked the woman who sits next to me not to police what I eat because I used to have eating issues and it has taken me a long time to accept my food choices. She has taken it on board very well. I don't feel brave enough to say this to my other colleagues.