We live in a liberal oasis. Our Pacific Northwest city is famous for its light rail, bicycling, beer, swooshy shoes and amiable eccentricity. I can go weeks without having another human being say –to my face anyway- something conservative/stupid.
But the human capacity for finding new veins of throbbing insecurity is infinite, and parents-of-eighth graders (a mob prone to hysteria) become foaming rodent idiots when forced to the abyss: choosing a high school.
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