Boxes are great for storing things - any thing really: rubber bands, old photos, stray tampons. They are extremely useful when you want to avoid clutter. I have known people who keep their underwear and sox in compartmentalized boxes; and although that’s taking it a bit far maybe, it still looks convincingly neat.
The real problem only arises when people put each other into boxes and shut the lid. One might get stuck in one labeled “uncool” or “too chatty”, but worse than that is to land in one of the big solid boxes without breathing holes marked “wrong background.”
“Wrong” meaning anything really. Nobody really knows for sure what is wrong. There are, of course, the obvious suspects such as “length of ear lobes” and “roof color,” but what do you do about the less tangible distinctions such as “family” and “schooling”?
It seems that in this Island Nation, everyone is very concerned about avoiding the great sucking maelstrom which may end up pulling them into that box without any hope of ever seeing the blue skies again. Ever!!
As an outsider to the struggle for “most royal British accent” etc., I look at it all with mild befuddlement, wondering in which box we have been politely placed. I faintly remember seeing Eva Braun adorned with a New York Yankees baseball cap floating around in it.
At least her husband wasn’t there!
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