Superfluous Son of these States

I remember the pom-pom-toting teens of my high school English class like fourth period was yesterday—or, better yet, like an NBC sitcom run one season too long. Something always seemed a little off about forcing fashion-obsessed 17-year-olds to focus on classic works of literature. Never, you see, did Mary Kay quite mesh with the racial angst of Cry, the Beloved Country. […]