[nicollo]

When I was a young kid in the 60s, the neighborhood parents all thought our teenage neighbor was the antichrist with his long hair, drum set, and the funky smell of his cigarettes. Into high school in the 70s, we all had long hair and smoked dope. Nobody was upset anymore.

At college in the early 80s, I realized quick that counter culture was ruined. What to do to piss off Daddy? Mine was a Northeast establishment, preppy school, so it ought have been easy. Drugs and dress just wouldn't do it anymore. So the kids really looking to offend started kissing boys (and girls the girls). Here, it started to fall apart. Not only did the college not get upset by it, the college endorsed it with an entire discipline dedicated to gay culture and feminism. By the 90s, gay was a yawn.

So what's a kid to do these days? Schools not only look away when kids hold protests, they actually sponsor 'em! The college chaplain at my old college actually spoke to a "peace walkout" last month. Think about it: a college employee encouraged, sponsored, and upheld truancy. For the rebel, it's that bad.

So, if ya really wanna piss of Daddy, check the "R" box on your voter card. You might even get kicked out of the house.

I was. When I refused to abort my 1st child, my mother disowned me.


[Note: I'm not talking "red" America here. I'm talking Northeast establishment liberal America.]

[hocndoc]

I'm proud of you, and thank you for telling your story.

Some "choice", Huh???

[Aquinasfan]

I was. When I refused to abort my 1st child, my mother disowned me.

Wow. When I used to do sidewalk prayer vigils outside of Planned Infanticide in Brookline, more often than not a crying teenage girl was being led in by her mother. Thank God you made the right decision.