Meetings are rituals, and rituals need symbols, and decorations, in other words potted plants. I’ve been to a lot of meetings in my time as an academic where I sat bored and confused, but still clap on cue. The most obvious place I am such a decoration is in May graduation ceremonies. I sit in a hot black robe in May, with the faculty and react in unison with those around me. …
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