“Despite modern sensitivities, experience tells me most sons are still birthed solely to be thrown into a lifelong cage fight with their fathers.
Blame it on nature if you will, this exercise in testosterone management, this cruel Darwinian doctrine impelling one generation of angry, imperfect males to give birth to another generation of angrier, even more imperfect males. Considering Oedipal tradition, I happen to believe all this happens to keep the entire globe from going up in flames on a biweekly basis. My father in particular — largely by fault of the modern day Sparta referred to by most Americans as Massachusetts — was never able to integrate his bellicose New England credos* into suburban Colorado, where he and my mother had decided to make their home. But me, on the other hand, that was another story. I was fair game. Even though I never competed in sports, the man had named me after a Patriots Running Back. For all that is sacred, I didn’t stand a chance.”
Read the rest of Samuel Sattin’s post on the Powells.com blog: http://powells.us/126i36W
*Roughly: fuck you for looking at anyone or anything without utter indignation.