America once cherished a tradition of washing a week's worth of grimy manual labor off, layer by layer, in a foamy fury of soap and water. What happened? The entertainment of the 1970's, that's what.
"What was the question? People who don't have the time of day for you? Sounds rough, man, would help but I've got this thing I'm supposed to do."
Along comes Meg Ryan with a latte in one hand and a pellet gun in the other...
I could, nor should, be an advice columnist. On the other hand, I doubt that Emily Yoffe, as charming and talented as she is, could write as lovingly about Mr. T as I. We all have our place in this world.