"We must do something good for our fellow human beings this Christmas! Do you have any suggestions? Something for our kids to do so that they can become better people," said J lazily lounging on M's couch on one of our Saturday morning sessions just two months ago.
Now the momentum has gone. So J wants her daughter's slice of the carol money we had agreed would go to charity. "She earnt it and I must let her do what she wants with it," was her muffled excuse as she collected her daughter's thirty pieces of silver (18 euros and 12 cents to be exact). After all, it's no longer Christmas.
People are such hypocrites. Pharisees. I always wonder why it even surprises me. My friends are no exception. Every Saturday morning for the last two years a group of us have been showing without fail for our morning ritual of coffee and discussion about the fundamental questions of life. We talk about books, religion, politics, history, charity, wonderful things and of course grouse about our husbands. It's all such idle banter. Chit chat. Nonsense swaddled in pseudo-intellectual cloth.
It makes us feel good pretending that we care about a better world as long as it feeds our own self-absorption.
Yes, folks. These are my Saturday morning friends. Kind and educated women full of grand ideas never quite put into practice. Upstanding members of the community with impressive professional backgrounds and enough intellect to clothe their own hypocrisy.
Why do I even bother with them? Because I, too, am such a woman. A fraud. Superficial in my own way...Aren't we all?