Twisted Spinster

…film at eleven.

Actually I had a friend like that. (No longer.) She could pick up men at bars and have one-night stands (which she insisted on telling me about in lubricious detail), sleep with all her actual boyfriends without the benefit of wedlock, and so on, but when I announced I was moving away with my then-fiancé she acted as if I’d committed adultery with the pope. She actually had the nerve to tell me I should have made then-fiancé marry me first. See, as long as I continued to be the non-dating, non-sex-having, celibate “good” girl, she felt — oh I don’t know. Safe? In control? Since I didn’t date I could always be counted on to be there when she needed a shoulder to cry on; suddenly I had a life. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

This is how tolerant, progressive, anything-goes liberal leftists are: like children who engage in naughty behavior because they know that long-suffering mom and dad have steady jobs, love them unconditionally, and thus will always be there to bail their kids out of trouble. This makes the kids feel guilty because deep down inside they know they are wrong, and feeling guilty makes them feel uncomfortable, and feeling uncomfortable takes them out of their safe padded little fun universe, which makes them feel angry, so they take it out in “acting out” behavior, rudeness towards their parents (the objects of their guilty feelings), and cutting their parents down to all their cool friends. It’s like when the parents of Baby Boomers started getting divorces; suddenly all those “no fault” loopholes the hip, with-it Me Generation cooked up for themselves didn’t look like such neat escape hatches anymore.