All Our Pop Idols Died in Their 20s

Every so often you read a post that makes you think 'Why didn't I write that?'. The always entertaining Michele at A Small Victory has outdone herself with a rambling, scornful Grampa Simpson-esque bitch about the coddled youth of today and times past. Every word violently blows the dust from one childhood memory after another. Long-suppressed memories of broken bones, crushed fingers and the almighty wedgie are dredged forth in Michele's onslaught of nostalgia.

She's right, though. Head wounds do build character.