But so much more
From the monthly archives:
The following will read like a targeted assault. It’s not. (Well, maybe …) No, really. It’s not. It’s about attitudes and conventions we’ve come to accept that we used to find shameful. And while I’m aware I really go with gusto where this rant takes me, I have a larger point.
To catch everyone up: [...]
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I’m excruciatingly ticklish. I’d rather be tortured than tickled. Ticking is torture. It’s nothing short of child abuse.
I realize this makes me an outlier. Few people really enjoy being tickled, but even fewer would call it torture.
My father loved to wrestle around with us on the floor. He and my brother even had one of [...]
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I never saw a little girl in a bishop dress until I moved here.
They’re just not worn in the North. No one puts their boys in John-Johns, either. I was unaware that those were even manufactured after 1963.
Upstate New York, where I’m from, is too steeped in its ethnic and working-class roots for that sort [...]
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