Tuesday, January 06, 2004

What You Can't Say by Paul Graham

It seemed fitting to my wife and I that our son Stephen's ideas should be bright and clean. The picture we gave him of the world is not merely simplified, to suit his developing mind, but sanitized as well, to suit our ideas of what kids ought to think. As a result, my teenage kid's brain is a more or less complete collection of all our taboos -- and in mint condition, because they're untainted by experience. In other words, we've produced a prig.


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