te reo thrives in Aotearoa
If someone had told me decades after my childhood we would still be shovelling money into the America’s Cup, I would have dropped my 12-sided, Dungeons and Dragons dice and laughed in their face.
Why are we still enduring this never-ending ritual hazing: forking out cash, pleading to get a beating, “again please sir”, with confetti-popper stuffed red socks? Just so we can hang out with the cool kids.
Sadly, the plucky underdog in this tale is of course reality. The nice-to-have gliding over the necessary.