“Doctor, oh, former professor of
psychology of mine, I see from

the e-mail list that you receive
these vile, reprehensible jokes.

Don’t they bother you?” “Ap-
parently, about as much as they

bother you, my son. You have to
know when to object and when

to let it go. My objections would
mean nothing and so I let him

send me those obscene jokes in
the hope that at some point in

time he would know that while
I love him, I just tolerate and

hate his hate. It’s what I do.
Perhaps you have a better

approach.” “I’ll think about
it.”