Thirty-three

Justin has finally gained enough confidence to tell me what he thinks, instead of reading to me what others think. But like most people, he doesn’t think. The words he calls his own are as derivative as the words he reads to me from the scripts he prepares before telephoning me. They differ only in being more ignorant.

During today’s conversation, he told me most of our problems are due to the feminization of society. Women have usurped the dominant role once held by men; and we, being foolishly infatuated with them, forbear to put them back in their proper place.

He said some other nonsense as well, which I prefer not to remember.