How To Get Dates With Nazis

So I wrote this column for the Dallas Morning News about why I chose to move to Plano, and I swear it became a Rorschach test. I talked about how Plano is pretty damn diverse, though at the same time what I wanted in my neighborhood was a lack of diversity when it came to personal values. Seemed reasonable. But a lot of people only read what they wanted to read into it, rather than the words that were actually there. As I told Tim at D, it topped at 270 responses, and they were still trickling in a week later. This is probably small potatoes compared to big time writers, but it blew me away. I’d say about 80 percent of readers got it. About 10 percent of the readers called me a Nazi. And the remainder were from Nazis with standing invitations to speak. Or date. They sent pictures. I threw up a little.

I’ll probably steer clear of this topic for a while, since I don’t want to be pigeon-holed as a one-trick pony, but it’s something to come back to sometime.