I'd like to start by saying that I back the sentiment of this article wholeheartedly: I'm a huge fan of thank you notes. I was raised to write them, and to be thankful in general. I'm flexible - in-person or internet "thanks" counts - but if I send you a gift and never hear a thing from you, I judge you.
Where this piece loses me is that it's not really about how the author was raised to send thank you notes. It's a page long humble brag about her wealthy family. She'll have you know her grandmother not only vacationed in Biarritz (I had to look it up, it's a coastal city in France) but she also had her portrait painted by Dali. And her mother taught the Duke of Windsor to do the twist. You know, as you do when the Duke comes to your house for a visit. Makes my typical childhood thank yous ("Dear Grandma & Grandpa, thanks so much for the Strawberry Shortcake doll") seem silly in comparison.
No comments:
Post a Comment