Marcus Aurelius Never Had to Do the School Easter Hat Parade

I read philosophy. Properly. Dog-eared books. Highlights everywhere. Notes in the margins. Every week, I sit down and try to say something halfway useful about staying calm and decent in a world that makes both things unnecessarily difficult. And then Easter arrives. It started the night before, when London decided — confidently, without hesitation, from the bath — that the Easter hat parade required Cindy Lou Who hair. Not a hat. Not a bonnet with a few flowers glued to it. Full structural...