ON FATHER’S DAY, I was walking along South Street in Philadelphia with my 9-year-old son, Solomon, and my 12-year-old daughter, Eve. A woman passed by in shorts that were so small they showed much of her buttocks. “Eeeeww,” Eve said. I was glad my daughter responded that way, because it means she has internalized the…

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I’M REALLY GLAD I’m not Kim Kardashian. Despite the fact that she’s loaded, takes private jets to exotic places, has a closet filled with designer clothes, and has a talented, if not a bit nutso, husband in Kanye West, I’m glad. You know why I’m glad I’m not Kim Kardashian? Because she is the poster child…

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