I’m all for throwing cabbages, but I can’t help but feel the designated targets in these stories are very fictionalized versions of crabby old curmudgeons. “Hark! There’s a knock on the door, on Halloween yet. I shall go answer it, because I certainly don’t suspect anything untoward. Oh my, it’s those devilish scamp children from the neighborhood …”
Also: my but that’s a lot of heteronormativity, isn’t it?
