Ok. This post may blow your mind but stay with me. I need to lay 
some foundation before I go on. What exactly is socialization? According to the world renowned Dictionary I have written,
Socialization is the process whereby a person learns the norms, cultures, or ways of life of his social position.
To put it simply (because my dictionary is for intellectuals), it's the process that you learn to fit into this world. As a child, boys are taught to be boys, and girls are taught how to be girls. Girls like pink. Boys like blue. Girls like butterflies and ponies; boys like tanks and food. That's socialization. We are taught how we are supposed to act.
Ok. Step aside from the sociology lesson. Let's get to the meat of the blog post. Socialization flipped.
In addition to my schooling, I have also been running a research facility, and I'm ready to present my findings. Along with my colleague Dr. Kemper, we have quite an interesting experiment we would like to share with you.
We took 250 infants, 125 boys and 125 girls, and we socialized them opposite of their gender. Boys would be socialized as girls. And girls would be brought up as boys. We started this experiment back in 1996. I was a ripe age of 7. I understood much (10 seconds of silence).
Anyway, back to the findings.
The boys were taught to love pink, talk like girls, cry whenever possible, and cook. On the other side, girls were taught to hunt, make fires, and watch football. Typical guy actions.
To get consistent results, both boys and girls had robot parents. This way the kids wouldn't be confused about gender roles. And we had some robots who wanted to adopt. So we hit 2 birds with one stone. Pretty good I think.
Now, many people, literally 90% of Americans, questioned if this experiment was ethically correct. As of right now, the kids are 12 year old freaks, to be completely honest. What are we supposed to do with them? Our experiment is over, and we're ready to send them back to their families. The boys love to sew and take baths, and the girls smell really really bad.
What kind of psychologist am I? What have I done? Well, next time...I'll never do this experiment. Yeah, next time. Now...where did I point those Doritos? Biggest Loser is about to come on...
You've waited long enough! Here's the chapter. Don't forget, there are previous chapters. Don't just rush into this one. Get caught up if you need to. The chapters aren't that long...ENJOY!
Untamed & Restless
Chapter 5
Blake, Benjie, and Mr. McConnell had been sitting around the table for 10 minutes waiting for mother McConnell to bring their dinner. No one talked. It’s a Jewish thing; you wouldn’t understand. You just stare at the other family member until a sound occurs, intentional or unintentional. Unbeknownst to the family, Mrs. McConnell had been sucked into another black hole just minutes before dinner. She currently was flying toward the Rings of Verbutem at 115 light-eons, pretty quick for a white girl.
The silence was broken by a knock at the front door. Benjie peered out the window and gasped. Could it be? How on earth did he find them?
On the front doorstep stood none other than grandfather McConnell. They hadn’t seen him for 20 years! Well, maybe 19 ¾ years, thanks to leap years. You see, 20 years ago something happened, something so horrible, grotesque, and vile that the family had to erase his memory entirely.
To put the situation simply, grandfather McConnell had become a hot-dog salesman who sold Baal idols. Wretched abomination. He also used his money unwisely. The latter statement threw the Jewish community into cahoots. Grandfather McConnell received immediate Jewish expulsion. This act brought a huge disgrace to the McConnell name.
So, there Benjie stood staring right at his grandfather. Grandfather half-stared at Benjie and half-stared at the brick wall; you see he had a laze eye. God’s punishment, I would assume.
“May I come in?” asked grandfather. The words rang sharply in the air. They floated upstairs and down. They took a quick stop in the bathroom, did their business, and then continued on. The words finally arrived in the dining room where Blake and his father sat.
Mr. McConnell recognized that voice. He rose from his chair and walked to the front door. Benjie was still staring. Technically, Benjie had no idea who this man was. He wasn’t even born at the time of grandfather’s debacle. But still he stared. Father came up behind him lightly putting his hand on his son’s shoulder.
“What brings you by dad?” asked Mr. McConnell coldly.
Grandfather opened his chapped lips to utter something but suddenly collapsed over the door threshold. The men stood in wonder. It was getting kind of late, and dinner was to be served soon. So, they slowly and awkwardly pushed grandpa’s body back outside leaving the body in a heap on the porch. They dusted off their hands and went back to the dining room. Where was mom? I mean, were they even going to get dinner? Sheesh.
They waited another 30 minutes in silence. No talking. Ahh, Jewish traditions.
Father McConnell couldn’t wait anymore. He ran to the freezer and grabbed his favorite TV dinner, Mutton with Barley loaves. And for dessert was a matzo ball brownie. Yummy. He plopped the plate into the microwave and waited. It finished seconds later. The stench filled the room.
Father brought the meal into the room and placed it on the table. They said grace…then, they actually prayed. Father blessed the mutton and barley loaves. He blessed his sons. He did not bless his wife. She had not prepared dinner. As they opened their eyes, there stood grandpa, lazy eye and all. Apparently in the process of closing the door, Mr. McConnell had shut the door on his grandfather arm.
Upon closer observation, it was the ulna that was severed. The bone shot outward the skin and pointed right at the family like a finger. He grimaced a little. Weird, blood was everywhere. Father motioned for grandfather McConnell to sit. He did so and set his arm on the table so all could see. He opened his mouth and began to tell his story. The table cloth faded from white to red...
