To this day, there is a particular sort of person we describe as ‘FOTZ’. It’s hard to define exactly, but I know ’em when I see ’em. FOTZ is the intersection between dagginess, hippydom, and social ineptitude. Their beetroots are organic and their children are gifted. They wear their sense of superiority like a defensive cloak. When I started thinking about this article, I asked my mother what characterises a FOTZ. ‘It’s standing on top of the tour guide so as not to miss a thing,’ she said, ‘but not wearing your listening ears because you don’t have that capacity.’