throwing shade
The modern umbrella is not a treasured object. You can buy a crappy one for a couple of bucks, if you don’t mind using a low-quality collapse mechanism that feels like wrestling with an angry crab. Over a billion of these plastic nightmares are thrown away each year, stuffed unceremoniously into rubbish bins and left languishing in doorways with broken ribs and ripped canopies. If the average umbrella transmits any social meaning about its bearer, it’s not one of wealth
