Some readers allow their prejudices to blind them. A good reader knows how to disregard inappropriate responses.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.
I've done a lot of partying in my time because I didn't want to go home and I didn't know what to do.