Letters to the Editor
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Sticks and Stones
When I was growing up my parents taught me "sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me." Sometimes that is true. When people I don't respect, nimrods that is, call me a name I wear it as a badge of honor. It is proof that they are obviously know nothing dimwits. When someone I do respect calls me a name it stings. One of my dear friends once called me a "dumb old girl" and I remember to this day how that made me feel.
This line in Heather's essay really cracked me up. "Instead, all I see are the same rude, thoughtless little pigs who were always there, still reenacting scenes from "Lord of the Flies."" Children often can be rude, thoughtless little pigs and the current parenting style of just ignoring them doesn't help one bit.
Of course it is all because of feminism and psycholgy, right? Sheesh, what a nimrod.