Years ago I was the grand marshal of the gay pride parade in Phoenix. Staying in my hotel was a large group of adolescent girls. One afternoon, as I was waiting for the elevator, I could tell there was a car full of them about to disembark. I could hear their shrill voices coming down the shaft and through the closed door. Before it opened, I heard a girl shriek, “I’d never be caught dead in that.” As a dozen... Read more