读了四遍,犹豫了一下还是把第一遍的贴上来。第一次读好几个单词不认识就胡乱凑了个音，有几个地方还结结巴巴的。但应该更能发现真实的问题。
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither the Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-
the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be beautiful
but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s
eye, not the beauty. When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the
parents who cut her grapes in half, and stick with beer.
Lead her away from acting, but not all the way to finance - something where
she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside
sometimes and not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord?
Architecture, midwifery, golf course design? I’m asking you because if I knew,
I’d be doing it, youdammit.
May she play the drums to the fiery rhythm of her own hearts with the sinewy
strength of her own arms, so she need not lie with drummers. Oh Lord, break
the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her
peers and the online marketing campaign for “RapeHostel V: Girls Just Wanna
Get Stabbed.”
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a ***** in front of Hollister,
give me strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends,
for I will not have that nonsense. I will not have it.
