Docere
Prom queens, rugby jocks, fraternities and sororities – gather one collectively to create the North American ideal and the pride of every immigrant parent. Let’s not mention what goes bump in the night, though.
Silent days, quiet nights, we pride in what overloads our senses. We pride in promiscuity because, secretly, we want to have as much fun as they look. But let’s forget the obligations, the connotations, and the how pathetically damaging the fast lane can really turn out to be. Rev up your engines to travel hairlines, pull with unnecessary force when all you need is to push, or napalm a village when your scourge is limited to one of million. It seems so much easier this way, doesn’t it?