I’ve often wondered if previous generations of humans are as fucked up as we are about relationships. I watch TV, go to movies and listen to music all the time and it appears to me we are a nation if not a world of basket cases. We’re all self-involved and needy and greedy and sex-crazed and have so many phobias experts are identifying new ones all the time in an effort to keep up. Growing up, I thought everything was laid out for us and it looked like gooey fun, but then when I was growing up we were in the era of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis, The Three Stooges and that strange teen phenomenon which circled around a mashup of James Dean and Marlon Brando (the young Brando and not the Godfather-era). Were we fucked up then? I suppose we were.