Monthly Archives: September 2014

On Daughter’s Day : Confessions of a Misanthrope

“I am adopted”. Not really, no. That’s my favoured way of expressing psuedoindignation at my parents’ divergent philosophies and ideals in life. For instance, they are BIG believers in the hypothetical ‘innate goodness’ of people. They find goodness even in the basest of souls and are always ready to blindly trust anybody and everybody they […]