That's the wonderful thing about one's thirties...Almost anything can surface. Old radical friends - and you and I can think of a number - emigrate to the suburbs, build two-car attached garages, take their daughters for lessons in bourgeois dance, and coach competitive sport. One the other hand we find the individual who decides he doesn't care what Granny or Aunt Edna thinks. He says to himself, 'There it is. I'm queer, queer as the day is long. I'm going to prance and wear satin pants until I'm eighty. I don't care.' Admirable.

Autore: Guy Vanderhaeghe