My daughter is at the age when I need to have the “talk” with her regarding the birds and bees and the potential consequences of unwanted little birdies and teen-pregnancy bees and so forth. I’m not uncomfortable talking to her about these things, but some pointers on broaching the subject could be helpful. Thanks in advance!
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- the right moments to be quiet
- identifying “swappers”
- submitting to the man in charge of you
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Ten years ago I moved here from Ganzhou, China. I’m considering returning home for better job prospects. Any thoughts?
When I was a teen, I faced a similar situation. I’d recently moved from Chicago to a small, midwestern farming community to live with my auntie and uncle. A place, I’d come to discover, where my two favorite pastimes—dancing and listening to rock and roll music—were fucking outlawed. Prom was right around the corner and I just couldn’t take it. I felt like doing—no, I had to do something rash. I’d fallen in love with a rebellious girl, I don’t know, maybe that was part of it. I also didn’t know her father was a minister until after we’d finger-banged. Additionally, her shitface boyfriend provided complications. I ended up dueling him with a tractor, which, if you’ve grown up on a farm in America, you know that’s how we solve our disagreements. Anyway, I ended up taking on city-hall and losing, only to win. Know why? Because this is America, and you can listen and dance to whatever the fuck you want here. That’s what America is all about. Unfortunately, Wen, that was a long time ago and a very unique situation created by a group of strange white people. You don’t stumble on top of a barrel of idiots willing to make you a hero just every day. I guess I’m saying “starting at janitor and eventually owning the company” is a situation long behind us, Wen. Are your prospects any better in China … ? I don’t know. But do I love karate.