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A Few of My Not-Favorite Things
We look at the past over our shoulders,
smiling and sighing for the dear old days gone by.
Life was cleaner, we think, less cluttered, simpler, more authentic.
Well, that's bullshit.
Life was life as it always is, full of beauty and terror
and the inevitability of death.
Yes, I dream of parallel universes, alternate planes of existence;
I have my midnights in Paris
that make it possible for me to get out of bed
to grapple with the plane I inhabit now.
But when I catch myself romanticizing the past
I turn to history and remember
the blood-soaked sand of the Colosseum,
the great scythe of the Black Death,
the rack and the guillotine and the stake,
the sixteen-hour workdays of Victorian servants
and the Triangle Shirtwaist fire.
I think of smallpox and polio,
of children pulling carts in mine tunnels
and soddies and outhouses in winter
and on and on through the catalogue
of cruelty and miseries we have con...