The Green Children have consistently been viewed as mere curiosities of superstition, but a deeper examination reveals the rich social tapestry they represent in medieval life.
I found myself shivering on a sidewalk in Brooklyn on a recent April morning, questioning the nature of not just my own desires but also those of the three dozen or so people in line with me.
I won't deny that it is nice to give each other nice things, but I fear the trend puts pressure on parents, and normalises a level of consumption that would perhaps have been unthinkable even a decade ago.
Remember the science fiction of the 1950s, when people imagined the role robots and artificial intelligence could play, dramatically improving our lives by taking on menial tasks and unpleasant jobs so that we would have more spare time.
I hear the question, 'Who's going to take care of you when you're older?' a lot. I don't agree with that. You shouldn't have kids just to ensure someone will take care of you later in life.