We need to talk about this. I see it every year, right around when school starts. Parents coaching their kids to hit back if someone hits them first. I get it. I do. Nobody wants to watch their child get picked on. Nobody wants to raise a kid who can’t stand up for themselves.
Yes, I am that mom. I walk into the restaurant with a container of pancakes in my bag and I have zero shame about it. My son is allergic to eggs. That sounds manageable until you realize that eggs are in almost everything, and nothing makes that clearer than trying to order breakfast anywhere.
Everyone has a picture in their head of what it looks like when your job takes you to the Super Bowl. Players. Parties. Exclusive events. Networking in places normal people can’t get into. That part is not wrong. It exists. I’m not going to pretend the access isn’t real, because it is, and I’m genuinely grateful for it.