Living vicariously through your children was bad enough when it was just balding homophobes who never made the football team. Now you’ve got parents who wish they’d spent a couple years tramping around the Pacific Northwest dressing their kids up as grunge urchins and making them smoke like it’s an Anne Geddes version of Drugstore Cowboy.
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