Yes, well, rebellion is hard to pull off without drugs, booze, sex, and other tools of the trade like fast cars, none of which I had. My array of weaponry was only what I had at hand. After about our third shouting match my mother finally countered, "Why do you keep saying I'm like her? And who
is Emma Bovary, anyway?"
The Playmobil traffic cone-- a trauma from which I never emerged. In a sense it was a kind of...violent penetration against my will. The sexual symbolism of pre-school toys can be deeply scarring. My "virginity", as it were, was taken by a one-inch plastic cone painted in orange stripes, a shocking event complete with screams and blood (and Mommy). Try waking from
that nightmare.
