I'm no Martha Stewart, but as a child I did learn how to sort laundry, and I mean the right way, with none of the slipshod mixing of the pinks and the reds that I see creeping into our culture these days. If called upon, I can also execute a crisp hospital corner on a top sheet. It used to be perfectly ordinary to learn these household skills from chore-savvy people like my mother, whose idea of recreation was to wash down the walls.
I am bringing this up because of a troubling conversation I had the other day with my...
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