Yah, I still remember looking at plans my dad had for a fallout shelter, and being timed on how long it took me to walk home from school in case of The Russians.
To topic, I was permitted to take liberal arts degrees because ...
girl. Not that they ever listened to a thing I played, truly admired a pastel I drew or read anything I wrote. The important thing to them was a right marriage to the right guy from the right school so we could live in the right house in the right neighborhood and go to the right church.
And then I started to listen to the Beatles, you know, and it was all downhill from there.