has been become a very sensitive issue. And I put it in quotation marks because, by now, even tiny little kids know that “interrogation” is just grown-up talk for torture. But in my opinion, we’re doing our children a grave disservice by refusing to engage in an open dialogue about torture. Which is the same thing we do with sex. And then the next thing those kids know, they’re of barely legal age and someone is trying to put his penis in them, and they’re all like, “What the fuck, dude?! Jesus, hang on a second! What? No, I’m not mad, I just wasn’t expecting that, because my parents never engaged in an open dialogue with me about it. But let’s do a bong hit, and you can maybe walk me through it.” And that’s your child. I mean, obviously they’re not still a child when they get brusquely introduced to sex by a stranger they just met in a bar like, an hour ago; they’re a young adult. A young adult with his or her underpants around his or her ankles, hunched over a bong in the back of this guy’s pick-up, and the only even remotely non-appalling thing about the whole situation is the truck has a camper top, the windows of which are illegally—yet mercifully—over-tinted.
