I think we can all agree, o learned readers, that diversity is a good thing. The world would be a terrible place if we all looked the same or acted the same. The fact that each one of us likes different flavo
ur crispschips, different football teams or different music is categorically ‘a good thing’. And much as I will defend my natural right to watch Flash Gordon at least twice a year, I have to admit that if the rest of the globe’s population revelled in the line “I love you Flash, but we only have 14 hours to save the Earth” as much as I do, then life would be pretty dull.
But I’ve just remembered that you can take diversity too far. Sometimes we just need to be exactly the same as each other, the world over. Lay aside our individuality, and remind ourselves of all the good that can come when we all act the same way. Particularly when it appears that everybody else in the world has a long weekend, and I’ll just be having the normal, run-of-the-mill two dayer.
The problem with not having a proper long Easter weekend is not so much the fact that I don’t get four days off work. I think I got used to that last year. Instead, it’s that fact that this age of social media and instant communication means that I am constantly having it rubbed in my face that I’m still slaving away while everybody else is enjoying themselves. If over the next few days I’m forced to read that Person X is currently drinking beer by the river, or Person Y is still in bed at 3pm, I swear I will not be responsible for my actions.
To be fair, no one is quite as mean as She Who Was Born To Worry. Given that in a normal week she will call me at 2pm on a Friday in New York to let me know that her weekend has already begun, you can imagine her glee going into a four day weekend that her first born won’t be having.
Oh, and just for clarity, when it comes to July 4 or Thanksgiving, I’ll be all in favour of diversity again. Any Brit mocking me over the next four days should leave their phone number here and expect a call in late November.