"Today, in my 20s, I've noticed that most of my friends my age have been in therapy at one point or another. Some of us were coerced; others went willingly, even eagerly. ... If therapy is a language for the baby boomers, it has become a way of life for many of their children, millions of whom were passed from child psychologists to adolescent specialists to university mental health clinics throughout the 1980s and 1990s." I went around the time I was seven or eight, posessed by a young child's fury at the injustice of being born of parents too dumb --in my mind-- to see the obvious and perfect logic in simply getting remarried. I don't want to knock the good work that many therapists do but I was pretty disappointed when I realized the guy I was seeing had *no* idea I was just saying what he wanted to hear. I wonder if that was the point of the exercise...