I Always Cringe When A Male Friend

The 1950s To Me Is Darkness, Hidden History, Perversion Behind Most Doors Waiting To Creep Out. The 1950s To Most People Is Kitsch And Mickey Mouse Watches And All This Intolerable Stuff.

I Am The Most Well-adjusted Human Being I Know. I Started Out This Investigation As A Very Happy Man With A Great Career. I've Got The Life People Dream About: I Am Rich, I Am Famous, I've Got A Fabulous Marriage To An Absolutely, Spell-bindingly Brilliant Woman.

I'm Way Past The Idea Of Using Ideology Or Political View As A Gauge Of Human Character. I Simply Don't Believe It. And Many People, I Tend To Think Most People, Feel That Way. Since I Don't Have To Worry About It, I'm Happy.

Periodically I Just Notch Up. And Everyone Among My Colleagues Thinks That Perfidia - In Its Accessibility, Its Big Throbbing Heart - Will Be The Biggest Notch Up Yet. We'll See What Happens. It's On My Ass.

In The Time Just Before The Bombing Of Pearl Harbor, When Perfidia Opens, We Were Pre-psychologized. There Were No Concepts Of Identity, No Politics Of Victimization. Reparation Wasn't In The Language. Nobody Thought About Giving The Great Grandchildren Of Black Slaves So Much As $1.98. And All Of A Sudden The Bombs Hit, Interventionism Versus Isolationism Became A Dead Issue, And It Was Us-versus-them In A Heartbeat.