We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The draft produced the kind of men that today's girls have never known, and relations between the sexes were better for it. What sticks in my mind about them is their self-sufficiency and competence in fixing things that broke and figuring out solutions to emergencies. Thanks to the draft I belong to the last generation of American women who could scream "Do something!" and get results. Most of my men were intellectuals, but they had been taught in basic traning to change a tire in 90 seconds, rig up electrical wiring, tie knots that stayed tied, and take a rifle apart and reassemble it while blindfolded. This last was never necessary in civilian life, but it made for a self-assured deftness that was awesome.
Ahh, yes ... Florence King is a great woman. She wrote Southern Ladies and Gentlemen, a book explaining the male sex to the female sex. And doing a damn good job of it. All of the gentlemen who read and comment on this blog should read Florence's magnum opus, for its sheer entertainment value alone, but also for its folk wisdom from the female sex before modern-day feminism reared its often ugly head. Yes, ladies, we older women knew how to enjoy and appreciate men for what they were, and are, without wanting to change them and turn them into wusses.
In case you didn't realize it, I love men. Just the way God made them. And some of them, bless them, have returned the favor.