But so much more
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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 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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*Because we all write a post like this eventually. Here’s mine:
When I moved to South Carolina, I had neither a job nor a child. I thought we timed the move impeccably – we expected to travel within two months of our October move. October 2005 is when the wait for families approved by China went [...]
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