"Come summer, we at first tentatively abandoned shoes. No one thought this odd, because it wasn’t. Soon our soles toughened to leather and we walked everywhere, even on gravel, without ill effect. And nobody cared. Oh sweet age of nobody cared. Child Protective Services didn’t show up, officious passive-aggressive snots, to carry my parents away. Today they would, droning censoriously of hygiene and worms and crippling cuts from broken glass and parental irresponsibility...
BB guns, I said. We all had them. Most were the Red Ryder model, costing I think $4.95 in as-yet uninflated currency. Mine was the Daisy Eagle, a more glorious version with a plastic telescopic sight. Every corner store sold big packs of BBs. We went everywhere with these lethal arms, often with a ball glove hung of the barrel for convenient carrying. Today children of six years are led from classrooms in handcuffs for merely drawing a rifle (curious in the world's most militarily aggressive country). I suppose we would have been executed for actually having one. But, as I say, the saving benefits of federal counsel had not yet reached Athens. What did we do with these weapons? First, we didn’t shoot each other, or anyone else. We weren’t stupid. Stupidity properly comes with adolescence, and then is directed into drink and insane driving, as it should be.
Today they would be a protected species. Buying a BB gun would require proof of adulthood, capacity would be restricted by federal law to six BBs, the purchase of which would require registration and a waiting period. In 1957 Athens figured that BB guns were none of the government’s goddamed business. The concept has been forgotten."
Look closely.
"that guy’s phone in the first panel became more high tech in tony stark’s presence"
"Feminist: Feminism is all about choice!
Me: I choose not to be a feminist.
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: I choose to be Pro-Life
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: I choose to be traditional.
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: I choose to lean conservative.
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: I choose to be a stay at home mom.
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: I choose to shave, wear makeup, high heels, and stuff.
Feminist: Wrong choice.
Me: So basically my choices are restricted to what other feminists dictate?
Feminist: Right choice."
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