So weird to know that only so long ago, nothing was politically correct, pretty much anything went . . . wife-beating was accepted (as I assume child abuse was, as I seem to be on a theme here) but you know, I was alive then! And nothing ever happened to me. My parents never hit me, no one under the sun ever tried to abuse me except for a bit of a predatory history teacher in British prep school . . . and he never went beyond the "sit in my lap" stage . . . christ alive, a gay young San Francisco English teacher in Zaire was much, much more aggressive (I was 14) but I managed to fend him off nicely and anyway, he only tried it when he was stoned out of his mind, which was the way we all were most of the time in Zaire (if you weren't a missionary, that is, and they were probably busy putting THEIR kids on their laps most of the time).
So it's kind of disturbing to revisit an old favorite of mine, the Beatles' No Reply.
I mean, this is grounds for police action today . . . can you say "school shooting"?
"You said you were not home . . . that's a lie"
Can you say "suspect detained with no struggle"?
What a different world we live in now, eh?