At an airport I watch fathers and sons, queueing, as they go
on their holidays.
The fathers say stop that. Think about your behaviour. I’ve
told you not to do this. Stop it now. I have told you about this before. This
is your last warning. Listen to me. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Stop doing
this. Stop doing that. If you carry on like this. Stop this silliness. Grow up.
And these big men tower over these little boys. And the
little boys cower, or glower. And the men frown and growl. And sometimes they
grip the little boys. And sometimes they even – just a little – shake the
little boys. This is to make them see sense. And sometimes the little boys cry.
And more than once the men say, man up. And I guess that means grow up. Become
a man. Become a big man. Be like me. A man. A big man. Like me.
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