Thursday morning while riding my usual Manhattan bound number 4 train, a little later than usual, I was struck by a poster claiming to make me the happiest of all the posters I would see that day on the subway. I've seen them on other lines, but today as I was in a more contemplative state, and being a former philosophy student, and not in the mood for mindless bullshit, began a mental examination of what exactly in the hell is The School of Practical Philosophy.
I arrived at some pretty interesting conclusions, but in a nutshell this School is a load of crap, and has nothing to do with philosophy. Please forgive my rather un-philosophic approach on this one, just take my word. And whatever you do, don't give them any money.
