"Soccer moms," Freddy said "spending all day driving around in shapeless vehicles that look like Flash Gordon's bread truck, and their children watch television in the back and ape superficial characters therein. This is the cause of deep unhappiness, because what they want is so different from what they have, even though they don't realize that this is so. They don't want their children to dress like circus clowns, speak like zombie chipmunks, and behave like programed machines. They want sons and daughters they can talk to; they want a struggle they can win but that they are not assured of winning; they want to know physical exhaustion; they want to be sunburned; they want to smell eucalyptus; they want to weep; they want to dance naked for their husbands; they want to feel wind, see the stars, swim in a river, slam the back door, and laugh uncontrollably with their children. That's what they want. They don't want the crap they have, the crap self promises, or the crap you would promise if you could figure out what to promise. They want to be free, to have dignity, to know honor and sacrifice. What else does anyone want?"
-Moofoomooach (or Freddy Finney from the book Freddy and Fredricka by Mark Helprin)