Mary Schmich: Ah, the America of my childhood. So full of bunk and bigotry
by Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune
Nov 12, 2018
3 minutes
In the America of my childhood, the Crayola box contained a crayon labeled "flesh."
Flesh was intended to approximate the skin color of people. People, if the Crayola box was to be believed, came in one color, a pinky beige.
It was just one of the crazy things I was taught growing up.
In the America of my childhood, there were apparently only two genders, girls and boys, and what you were born with was what you were stuck with. The girls
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