I don't know how old Amanda's boys are, but if the ages match, I have three lovely daughters who will be husband-high in a few years. Perhaps we should talk.
I know I'm pounding a well-beaten drum, but the next generation of boys desperately needs to be raised as boys. Our generation (the Breakfast-clubbers) was expected to pretend that boys and girls were the same, and that we should all play nice, because violence never solves anything. We weren't, as a rule, taught to stand up when a lady enters a room, or to take a poke at a bully, or any of the things that our fathers and grandfathers took for granted.
A boy's hands need to know how to drink tea with a pinky extended, how to hold a lady's chair, and how to swing a fist into the mouth of some jerk who needs it. And most of all, when to do which.
Akubra tip to Patrick.
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