Rod Dreher
When I was a kid growing up in a small Southern town in the 1970s, I felt sorry for the Klein family. The Klein kids were popular and likable, involved in sports, band, and all kinds of activities. They were middle-class like most everybody else, though their dad was kind of an oddball he had a ponytail, which was scarcely less frightening to us than if he’d had an actual tail growing out of his backside but what really caused universal pity for the Kleins was wait for it they didn’t have a television
at home.