
Ending the Brat Race
Sitting at Yura, the upscale coffee place on Madison Avenue and 92nd Street, surrounded by women in Lululemon workout pants and Moncler jackets, I can hear it. I can hear moms whispering at each other. They are talking: the über-competitive mothers of the Upper East Side (and Downtown and the West Side and Brooklyn) are always talking. They are talking about preschool spots, they are talking about ongoing (K-12) spots, and then, as they get a little grayer, they are talking about college admissions.
Why are they so obsessed with sussing out the competition? Why are the mothers of Manhattan so insanely competitive? Why does it always feel that there isn’t enough for everyone? I like to think of myself as a semi-Bohemian living on the edges of polite society, but even I have started having private school admissions anxiety dreams. Read More

