lainie Come on, can you tell the difference between Shakespeare and Pinter?.. 
And as for 'floppy haired kids'! My friend, mentioned above, made her DSs cultivate that hair-do (and no, the odd mail-out home advising parents about H&S and long hair on their sons from that particular school wasn't going to curtail the 'cultural' expression of overly long hair on young teenagers and a purple uniform as they walked around its local townscape!- she herself 'saw' it eventually in a school photo where, as she now concedes, they looked ridiculous, and, actually being quite 'normal' boys, they openly express that 'mum thought it looked cool at the time'
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I genuinely think that happy is of the opinion that her own DS would sit slumped, of an evening, in front of TOWIE were it not for his superb education. TBF, were I paying that sort of cash, I'd probably be drawing nearer to that altar of faith, too. You'd need to! IMHO if her DS were at the local 'sink' comp, he'd suffer hellishly as being 'odd' and 'weird'. I am not condoning this, only musing that his 'interests' are very esoteric and not necessarily directly attributable to or related to his expensive education.
I am of the opinion that, when it comes down to it, there are several different 'camps' of thought regarding DC. Principally, there will always be those who regard their own DC as being a product of their loins and their only purpose in life, as parents, then becomes to mould that youngster into what they believe, as an experienced adult, to be 'perfection'; to become all they themselves believe they'd have been if only they'd been 'guided' correctly (my friend believes her genius was not developed as a result of this..); then there's those parents who want their DC to be independent beings, ploughing their own furrow in life, only lightly influenced by parental desire and expectation. Yes, being shown opportunity, being advised at ever turn but ultimately, having their own direction respected.
As an aside, and sorry to happy here because she reminded me of this but is not necessarily what this is about: a couple of years ago, I had three encounters that gave me pause for thought. All 3 happened within a very short space of time but all of them featured the same thing: for want of a better term, I'd say a mother hero-worshipping her teenaged son, over and above any other DC, especially DDs. One is a hospital consultant who gets all shiny eyed about her 15 year old son at one of the country's 'leading' academic private school (though I've met the boy and consider him, in the big picture, to be frankly 'weird'...) but I did 'dinner' out with the other 2, separately and all they could talk about, all evening, was how clever, off beat, amusing, & desperately good-looking these sons were. Bloody girls! All over them when we all know (tsk) 'he wants to do his higher maths A level revision. Barely seems to study at all, mind! Always straight As!' These mums were completely -well, star-struck by their late teenaged boys. It was rather fascinating. I deliberately asked about the younger DDs to be told, 'Well, Arabella is, well, Arabella, isn't she?! Lol!'. Glad we cleared that up.
I do get it. Culture after culture, millennia after millennia venerates its gilded youth, shining of limb, noble of mind; It is perhaps the 'classical ideal'.
But please don't be confusing 'mummy-love' with how amazing private schools are.