The Insane Pressure To Conform

I spent the summer at my mother's Ohio lake house, where almost all the houses are lovely, wooden, Cape Cod-style homes painted in earth tones with matching boat docks. From one cove to the next, the scenery doesn't change very much. One house looks pretty much like another, and the neighbors prefer it that way. It's orderly.  The homes are neat and pretty. The lawns are tidy and well-groomed. Everybody who is anybody owns a pontoon boat.

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