From a reader:

I was just like that twice-a-day bong ripper who voted for Dole and felt pro-life inclinations. At college in Seattle in the late ’80s — even after barely getting home from a Dead Kennedy or Butthole Surfers show, no matter how wasted I was, I could still sober up enough to read my American Spectator or NR for a few before slipping off to sleep.
I think a lot of us con Gen-Xers are the way we are because that is not the way our parents were. In my case, my divorced urban liberal parents’ sexual mores shocked and embarassed me so much — all I knew was that I did not want to be like them. Today, I still smoke pot but on Sundays you’ll find me at a Latin Mass –on my knees.