Ground_Chuck said:
This is the passage from the short story. This is it.
Quote:
It was not the summer you fell in love with your cousin Dozie because that happened a few summers before, when you both wiggled into the tiny space behind Grandmama's garage and he tried to fit what you both called his banana into what you both called your tomato but neither of you was sure which was the right hole. It was, however, the summer you got lice, and you and Dozie dug through your thick hair to find the tiny black insects and squash them against your fingernails and laugh at the tart sound of their blood-filled bellies bursting. It was the summer you discovered that the strongest of your emotions developed in direct proportion to one another: that your hate for your brother Nonso grew so much you felt it squeezing your nostrils while your love for your cousin Dozie ballooned and wrapped around your skin.
This is a run-of-the-mill coming of age piece of literature it sounds like.
I think it's hilarious how putting words to situations that teenagers actually go through as they figure out the world around them, including relationships and their bodies, offends the pearl clutchers. Did any of these people that are offended by this have to read Siddhartha or Clan of the Cave Bear? Did those books irreparably harm their psyche?
Let's burn all the books that reference anything sexual, go back to teaching abstinence in schools, and see if we are better off!
Amanchukwu definitely gives off repressed Mark Robinson vibes.