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| Sexualization and assholia: bosom buddies? |
by Andy Nowicki
(The following is an excerpt from "Welcome Back Chaos," Andy Nowicki's upcoming memoir/manifesto.)
At the age of 12, I
still clung to my own innocence with a desperate tenacity. Still, I knew on
some level that it was a lost cause. During the summer of 1983, as a rising
seventh grader, I recall one incident at the neighborhood pool which somehow
put things in a queasy sort of perspective.
Earlier in the day, my friend and I had taken in the summer popcorn flick WarGames—featuring young, mop-topped Matthew Broderick and stern, middle-aged, mustachioed Dabney
Coleman—in which a cocky teenage genius manages to hack into a
national security computer system, and in so doing nearly sets off World War
III. The movie, with its fantastic premise, appealed to our still-childlike
sense of wonder, while also tapping into a certain budding anxiety,
wherein adolescence is synonymous with chaos and catastrophe.
