I hate homework. I hate it more now than I did when I was the one lugging textbooks and binders back and forth from school. The hour my children are seated at the kitchen table, their books spread out before them, the crumbs of their after-school snack littering the table, is without a doubt the worst hour of my day.
I love reader mail, and I do read it, but I won't read hate mail.
I really hate alcohol. I hate it because it's linked so closely to sexual assault in our culture.
