Little Communes Everywhere
Briefly

In last week's column, I wrote about middle- and upper-middle-class parents vying for competitive spots in summer camps for their children. That piece sprang from a sense of alienation that I've detected among my parent group, one that I feel myself.
Then I had kids, and the idea of communal living went from an idle and mostly ironic fantasy into something that actually made much more sense.
Read at The New Yorker
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