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The New Normal

I’m going out on a spindly, dangling, vulnerable limb and admitting that I’ve used the word “normal” to describe people like me with whom I wanted to be friends. As in “I like that girl; she’s so normal.”

In 1985 I declared about a new friend, “She’s so normal,” just because she was wearing Tretorn sneakers and vacationed at a place I’d been to often. I was ethnocentric and provincial enough to think that conferred normalcy or acceptability.

My husband pointed out that “like Cary Umhau”

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