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I really didn't enjoy reading this. I read it for school, and I don't really know why, none of the questions were actually related to the content of the story, just the vocabulary.

My main problem with this short story is that it doesn't have a purpose. I don't like thinking about art as something that needs to be something, but I genuinely did not get a single thing out of reading this (other than learning "can" is slang for someone's butt... I didn't want to know that anyway). The main character doesn't learn anything, or become a better person because of the story. We don't get a deep look at why he thinks about people the way he does.

Spoilers: Content Warning for sex and potential pedophilia:

Let me start off by saying that there is nothing wrong with finding someone attractive sexually. That is not at all what I'm trying to say. Sexual attraction is a thing that most people the narrators age have experienced. That's not a bad thing. The problems I have with this story are the hypocritical way the narrator views other people, the bad writing, and the fact that this story isn't about anything.

- At the beginning, narrator dude says this to the audience, "She was a chunky kid, with a good tan and a sweet broad soft-looking can with those two crescents of white just under it where the sun never seems to hit, at the top of the backs of her legs."

1. Is this supposed to be sexy? This doesn't read like smut in the slightest. It's clinical and
awkward.

2. How old are these people supposed to be? Is this person an actual child, or are they 19 like the
narrator? Even if this is supposed to be a commentary about the sexualization of kids, what
kind of person who was attracted to a child would call them a "chunky kid"? People like to
think that they are good. When we do something we know is wrong we twist our words to make
ourselves feel better. When I lie to people, I tell myself that it's okay because it's not hurting
anybody, even if that's not true. To brazenly accept that these people are kids would be a very
inhuman thing to do.

This guy then has the gall to say this, "All that was left for us to see was old McMahon patting his mouth and looking after them sizing up their joints. Poor kids, I began to feel sorry for them...". As if that isn't all he's been doing for the last 10 minutes.

The entire story the only thing the narrator does is oggle three people he calls kids, complain about the women who usually wear short skirts being old and ugly, quit his job in an incredibly stupid half-assed attempt to white knight for them, and be angsty when the girls have left and can't reward him for his loserish hypocritical act of defiance. This is not compelling. He doesn't learn anything. This isn't social commentary. It's fluff that no critically minded person would enjoy.

I'm going to eat lunch now.