AIDS was too sciencey for me. My eighth-grade term paper was on censorship, Tipper Gore's assault on free speech in the music industry, and the Dead Kennedys.

“Okay, I think it's coming in now: one cheeseburger cooked under a hubcap to the rare side of medium rare, dragged through the garden with two eggs sunny-side up on top; French fries, and a side of grits.”

As their name suggests, the crucifers have tetramerous flowers.

[…] I think you owe it to them both to let them in on your dark, Hawthornian little secret. Let them know you’re gay.