Seeing as I read this all the time and very rarely post
I thought I would join in... However, seeing as I had (like quite a few on here) a fairly hippy liberal upbringing I dont reallly have anything to tell so I thought I would give you a poem which somes up the question... Not my own though.

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:30, 8 replies)

i knew someone would post that
sooner or later :D
( spesh., Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:59, closed)

I went with sooner

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:04, closed)

We have this
on our fridge at home. 'Tis true :-(
(kitescreech still here, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:19, closed)

your parents
visit much?
( spesh., Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:22, closed)

Mine dont...
Buts thats because they decided that the mortal coil was too much for them... Still it was one of my mothers favourite poems
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:56, closed)

Larkin...
...was a misanthropic, mysogynistic elitist, terrified of death and probably a deeply-closeted homosexual. He was also the second most interesting person I ever studied for A-Level (the first being Coleridge, mentalist opium fiend that he was).

Both of them pissed on Jane Fucking Austen and Thomas Cocking Hardy from a dizzy height.

*click*
(Monkey Tennis isn't Spartacus, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 14:00, closed)

Coventry, ahhhh COVENTRY
My hometown, shining beacon of the midlands, bastion of all that is good and great about this pleasant green land of ours, the place where the girls insist - absolutely insist - that you ride them bareback, and also where this geezer Larkin came from.

He didn't like the place much though... Sensible bloke, on reflection. Gotta love the Whitsun Weddings. Amazing stuff. I like Hospitals and Sunny Prestatyn the best, probably - though there's too many to choose. Poetry with swearyness and masturbation - ace!!!

What did Larkin discribe love as??? Oh, yeah: Love again, wanking at three o'clock in the morning.

Class! And he looked like Eric Morcambe. Click!!!
( SpankyHanky, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 15:06, closed)

Books are crap.

(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Sun 13 Sep 2009, 20:04, closed)