We don’t have a donkey, but it’s not so hard to find an ass.
Today on my computer screen, heaven knows where it came from, was some kind of ad exhorting me to consult a Life Coach to get “attuned to your higher self.” Hey, how many selves have I got?
This is one of those shameful post-Christian things that people get into because they need a substitute for the true religion, Christianity. Oops! Looks like I’ve committed a microaggression there–speaking of my religion as if I believed it to be true. When everyone who’s hip and enlightened knows you’re not supposed to believe the things you believe in. A Life Coach could probably straighten you out.
Whole civilizations have arisen, flourished, and done great things without benefit of even a single Life Coach. I suspect the last twenty years or so contain all the Life Coaches that have ever been. And what we’ve got to show for that, I wouldn’t show to a dog.