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A ttachment parents would likely recoil in horror at these details of my early life, predicting low self-esteem, poor performance in school, drug and alcohol addiction, lack of fashion sense, inability to achieve orgasm and a host of other plagues to rain down on my life as a result. Through some miracle, apparently, I narrowly missed becoming a freakish sociopath due to the abuse and neglect inflicted upon me by my unenlightened parents. In reality, however, I'm holding down a high grade point average at one of the nation's top liberal arts schools, looking to become a professor and planning to marry my significant other of three years. The only real problem I'm dealing with right now is an unnatural fear of bearing children of my own and as a result becoming obsessed with the countless minutiae involved in raising them in the prescripted, small-minded manner dictated by the gurus of attachment parenting. Sleeping with the baby seems like it will be easier than getting out of bed to feed it in the middle of the night, wearing it in a sling seems more convenient than negotiating a stroller on buses and stairs, attending it when it cries certainly seems preferable to listening to it yell.