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Last week I had a discussion with Olivia (one of the 4-H kiddies) about privilege. She was deep in the throes of "My horse is awesome and I am awesome and both of us are all that". There is a limit to how much of that I'm going to listen to, particularly when it is causing the other 4-H kiddies in the group to has a sad as the young people say these days.

( Read along as I stomp on the self-esteem of an eleven year old? )

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So I was looking at pictures of baskets on the internet the other day. (No reason. Is there ever a reason?) They were compelling.

( It's never a surprise when this happens. I shouldn't even bother pretending that this is anything other than the expected outcome. )