The Working Kind

My apologies. Who has time for social commentary when you're building the future of this city and being sufficiently and subsequently holier then though - uhm I work for a not-for-profit so - to bother with the rather plebian artform of blogging. But, I have a new maxim in my life - so may as well seize the day!

Anyway - work is the matter at hand, in part because staff round my way has taken Friday afternoon off and in part because the importance of work is an increasing trend I've noticed amongst the Faux Hillary set.

You'd imagine that the average HaverGal, or Bitch in Short Skirt, having graduated from a top notch private school, such as the aforementioned, and having scored relatively decent marks from Queen's or McGill as perhaps an Anthropology major (sociology - is too common, poli-sci too academic) would be spending her mid to late twenties donig one of two things: rebelling from her parents by "finding herself" in Cambodia, Laos or the country of Africa or would have moved back to Toronto to start up a career at an advertising or PR firm - something where you can wear designer denim to work - only to be installed in a nice condo on King West as the credit card bills get sent to the Faux Hill Centre Hall.

Shockinly - this isn't always the case. In fact - more and more parentals - who in the past have turned a blind eye to their children's indiscretions (IE remember the time that Grant crashed the new motor boat into Port Carling Marina?) have decided that children should be cut off. Well not exactly cut-off, perhaps being taught fiscal responsibility is more appropriate of a title. Don't worry though - Jessica and Hilary would never be caught dead with last year's clutch. So - being taught financial prudence, coupled with the shittyness of an entry-level salary at said public relations firm - the average Faux Hillary is faced with a quandry - scale back their expenditures - or get a part time job. What to do when neither offer is particularly palatable...

CG has chosen the retail route - finding herself folding khaki's at one of the nation's top apparel chains. Thinking of her reputation, however, she chose to work at the Eaton Centre, admitting that none of her friends would be caught dead off of Bloor.

Another friend has found part-time promotional work to subsidize her fashionista habit. So she spends her weekend popping Corona's at sporting events - if you can imagine that! As she admitted manicure pedicure's were expensive and she felt bad asking her parents for money every week... Can't say I blame her.

For now this continues to be primarily a female-oriented trend (I refuse to say whether its because the female gender is stereotypically more responsible or because the female gender stereotypically enjoys retail therapy... I'm not hubristic enough to tackle nature versus nurture) and one that isn't particularly alarming - in fact perhaps it shows a rather practical side of the Faux. Good parenting and fiscal responsibility...