Not me,
for I inherited my mother's manipulative side and my father's legendary temper. Combine this with the simple fact that I'm a fair degree more intelligent than my parents and them being fairly liberal in the first place and you can see why I didn't encounter too many problems growing up.

However, it all balances out when you consider a few of the very unlucky fellows I know. Mark's parents didn't allow him to watch TV after 5pm or listen to any 'rock' music (i.e. anything with prominent electric guitar) until he was 16, with the net result of him becoming a social outcast and not hitting puberty until quite a bit after his 17th birthday.

Pottsy was a borderline-schizophrenic with a habit of lashing out at passersby with branches when he was in the lower forms. He took a trip to the local sunshine bar and got 'sociable' on £3 cider one sunny day in the September before his GCSEs. His parents must have the fairly extreme step of grounding him for more than three years, for he was never seen again outside of school.

Then there's poor Sam, who was (and by all accounts still is) forbidden from going out aside from Saturday nights, due to a combination of enforced homework sessions and working for at a tenner a shift in her father's shop. For 6-8 weeks before exam time she is locked in a room with no windows for periods of up to 4 hours at a time for 'revision'. They're too rich for this to be abuse, it's merely 'eccentricity'.

Don't even get me started on the ex, whose parents once infamously shot each other (I shit you not) and forbid her to hang about with anyone not 'approved', i.e. not a gun-toting, catholic-hating paramilitary 'Loyalist' cuntrail like them.

Time for a sterilization program, methinks...
(SurferRosa causing the lamentation of the womenfolk since, Fri 9 Mar 2007, 0:28, Reply)