Oh, Of Course, I Always Feel Unconfident.

When Your Mama Was The Geek, My Dreamlets," Papa Would Say, "she Made The Nipping Off Of Noggins Such A Crystal Mystery That The Hens Themselves Yearned Toward Her, Waltzing Around Her, Hypnotized With Longing.

How Deep And Sticky Is The Darkness Of Childhood, How Rigid The Blades Of Infant Evil, Which Is Unadulterated, Unrestrained By The Convenient Cushions Of Age And Its Civilizing Anesthesia.

Defining Men As The Perpetrators Of All Violence Is A Viciously Immoral Judgment Of An Entire Gender. And Defining Women As Inherently Nonviolent Condemns Us To The Equally Restrictive Role Of Sweet, Meek, And Weak.

Oh, Of Course, I Always Feel Unconfident.

It Is, I Suppose, The Common Grief Of Children At Having To Protect Their Parents From Reality. It Is Bitter For The Young To See What Awful Innocence Adults Grow Into, That Terrible Vulnerability That Must Be Sheltered From The Rodent Mire Of Childhood.