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The pencil in Evan Tyler’s hand snapped and he chucked it in the trash. Yet again he blamed    himself for the disaster in which he and the other guys now found themselves.  Evan had spotted  the danger as soon as the new principal arrived. With her bristle of salt-and-pepper hair, in her boxy suit with the insignia of the Feminist Revolutionary  Army Unlimited on her lapel, her pinched face  foretold a grim future. Evan should have taken action right away.  The fact that he  hadn’t  nagged at him constantly.  Now  all he could do was review the mistakes of the past and  try to deal with the present. Every boy in class --and ther

The Price of Conformity Georgie paused with his hand on the  door handle. He knew the   beauty salon would be full of men  happier than himself, gossiping, giggling and critiquing the latest styles in the men’s  fashion magazines. He took a deep breath and entered. Inside men  were having their hair  or nails done while in the waiting area wives and girlfriends tapped their feet,  frowned and looked at their watches. The stylists who recognized him gave Georgie a smile and wiggled their fingers.  Georgie brushed his  skirt and signed in with Carlo, the pretty  receptionist who put down his nail file long enough to sign Georgie in.