My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I’ve recently learned of an interesting burgeoning cultural phenonema – a new species propagating the middle and upper echelons of society (well, they’ve probably been around for awhile, but have been newly christened).  They are known as Bobos, based on the term “bourgeois bohemian” and popularized by David Brooks’ book.  A quick web search pulled up the following definitions, mostly taken from Brooks’ book:

• Talks like a hippy but walks like a yuppy, decrying materialism while indulging in all manner of luxuries
• Combining bohemian-style environmental tendencies with successful careers
• Blending the mainstream and the countercultural 
• Mingling 1960s rebellion with 1980s achievement

I’ve always been slightly concerned about my own laziness and lack of action in the face of such a troubled world.  I couldn’t plead ignorance, yet complete indifference didn’t quite describe it either.  I know.  I care.  Unfortunately, I just don’t know or care enough to do anything about it.  I toyed with the idea of being an activist, but having tried a brief stint of activisim in college, quickly realized that it’s exhausting to care that much about anything.  Instead, I settled for being morally opposed to diamonds I can’t afford anyways and wanting to be a vegetarian who can still eat chicken and wear leather guilt-free.  At least I now know I’m not alone. 

Hello.  My name is Y. and I’m a Bobo. 

Does anyone want to form a support group to discuss our problem?  Preferably while drinking a hot beverage brewed from responsibly picked Costa Rican beans and fashioned into a $4 latte?  Maybe we can have t-shirts made too!  Think it over.  I’ll get started on the group charter.