"My parents were the squarest of their crowd. The rest were hippy-dippy or decadent beyond belief. Most of their children ended up in "alternate" lifestyles. I sometimes think, there but for G-d's grace go I."
I am the youngest of 5. My oldest sister is a complete moonbat, but other than her we all came out moderate to conservative. My parents were also the squarest of the bunch, and I found out how square when my father found marijuana growing in my brothers closet. How uncool of him to make us destroy it....if he was a real liberal he would have helped us grow it to flower and smoked it with us. Guess he wasn't as liberal as he seemed.
"Guess he wasn't as liberal as he seemed."
My father (a physician) used to admire hippies for their free love. Until he had to insert an IUD into his friend's 16-year-old daughter who had decided to shack up with her high school English teacher.
I think deep down my father, the son of immigrants, felt insecure and misplaced, which is why these kind of people appeared exciting. Maybe they always do. Until, however, you get too close. Then you realize these people are like a corpse dressed up for a funeral: covered up in make-up to hide the rot & soullessness underneath.