My daughter was a Girl Scout, and I happily played along by selling her cookies at work. Bought some from my students, too. She learned to camp, shoot a rifle, cook meals, sew and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember 16 years after the fact. If there was lesbian training, she missed it.

Her scout leader was also her clarinet teacher, who had three exceptionally talented daughters. And this is was in a tiny Bible Belt town in Kentucky, which as we know is a hotbed of lesbian activity. (Or is that a hot bed of lesbian activity?)

I am refraining from making Hoosier jokes, because my son now lives in that fair state, but Bob Morris would be the inspiration for hundreds of dumb Hoosier jokes.