High WASPs, as we have amply demonstrated, focus intently on what to wear out and about. At home, however, it’s a different story. We let things fray, call each other princesses over Thanksgiving dinners, and burn the choucroute.
Home is also where we face our lack of small motor coordination.
Welcome to my house, currently converted to the Privilege[d] bumper sticker manufacturing plant. I received the stickers from BuildASign nicely shrink-wrapped, and thought, “Aha! I shall replicate! With Costco plastic wrap and recycled cardboard from various online purchases!”
Don’t everyone laugh at once.
All of which is to say, later today I will send emails of confirmation to everyone who a) asked for a bumper sticker b) informed me of their snail mail address. Literary consistency required that the Five Minutes Early packages be sent first. I took them to the post office Friday, the rest will go today. If you did not receive an email, and believe you both requested a bumper sticker and provided your address, I apologize.
Blame it on the plastic wrap, which is probably wrapped around my hands as we speak. Please forgive me, and resend your request and address.
I confess to some embarrassment over the non-professional methodology. High WASPs are plagued by shame, freer at home than elsewhere. For this culture, I am realizing the best remedy is simply to extend the concept of home as far as one can.
I do not recommend this packaging as a scalable enterprise strategy, but it is good therapy for the overly-serious among us.