Yeah, my parents are atheists obviously because of the mixed marriage, but I was — my father was very proud of racially being Jewish, as am I, of the Jewish heritage and culturally.1 And my mother, similarly, that she was a standard sort of Protestant, was never a churchgoer. They would never have married each other had they been religious. But yeah, so I grew up with a certain irreverence for accepting dogma and a certain irreverence for being part of one group or another group and therefore, with a mentality or a tendency to want to be individual.2

  1. Anthropologically Correct, Beneath Contempt, Bertrand Russell, Culture Of The City []
  2. Great Uncle Floyd, Once I Had A Pig []
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