As the mother of teenaged daughters, I'd like to say to God:
Dear God, it would be really helpful if all the crappy, nasty, jerkface teenaged boys could be ugly mutts, while all the honest, nice and honorable boys could look like Greek gods. That would cut down on a lot of confusion for the girls in our house, since recently they've encountered some real wolves in sheep's clothing. Or, more to the point, some truly sucky young men that, as you might remember? -- On Wednesday of last week? -- their father was inclined to punch in the face, but who looked, on the surface, like the handsome and charming proverbial Boys Next Door. If, by chance, you live next door to a brothel-slash-bus station-slash-public toilet.
If you could please see to this straight away, I would be very grateful.
I'm a happy Catholic; a wife; a homeschooling mother of one teenage daughter and one college-aged daughter; a writer; enthusiastic crafter of countdown paper chains; a Buffy fan, a reader; a Shakespeare teacher; a literature teacher; a composition teacher; a former soap-maker; a minivan driver; an inward grump; an outward sweetie-pie; a history geek; a dog lover; a rehabilitated and repentant former thief of bandwidth; a killer of plants; a soft-hearted taker-in of strays; a reformed housekeeper; an insomniac