My thing in life is that whole Harper Lee business about never really knowing a person until you climb into their skin, and about how there's only one kind of folks. Folks. Entrenched myopic hate is just about the worst thing, and it's so pervasive in our society it makes me physically ill. I don't want to be a hater. I want to learn the good things in the bad things, so maybe I can love them too.
Except for one thing.
Geno Auriemma and the UCONN women's basketball team.
There isn't enough grace in the universe to make me stop hating those fuckers.