As a recent college graduate, I'm pretty certain my next job will not require Senate confirmation hearings. But because I live in a world where the depth of a breath is the difference between the President and the guy who asks, "You want fries with that?" this confession makes me nervous. Mom, Dad, you loved me, you paid attention to me, and you told me not to smoke marijuana--but I did anyway. I wasn't experimenting. I was taking deep breaths and inhaling.
My mother's generation says, "It was the '70s," with an air of understanding that sex, drugs and rock 'n'...
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