Today marks the thirty-sixth year since my birth in the dewey, pre-dawn hours of Portland, Maine. After hours of labor, I was placed my mother’s stomach as they announced “it’s a girl”. Through a medicated fog she mumbled “that’s nice” and fell asleep.
Remember that either/or question “would you rather be pretty or smart?” The implication, of course, was that pretty girls where popular . . . smart girls where not.
I suppose we could have used the title 'not safe for anyone' many times already, but I thought it would be especially pertinent here because in this show Richard and Hans illustrate the many situations in which the C-word is perfectly appropriate.
