I've never been much of a black-and-white kind of guy.
Maybe it stems from watching too much film noir. Perhaps it's all those good-bad protagonists and tough broads with hearts of gold and murky-in-Albuquerque atmospheres that have left me with a great appreciation for nuance and shades of gray. (We'll talk about those wonderfully evil, Jane Greer-style femmes fatales some other time.)
Or maybe it simply stems from a misspent lifetime as a journalist who has seen too many "However, comma" paragraphs.
Whatever, I've never been too comfortable about absolutes.
Few things scare me more than people who know, absolutely know (with apologies to the rock group …