Yer preaching to the choir here, sweetheart.

But, yeah. That's really sad. All those awkward kids. (And I do count myself half among them - at least, I have issues with my stupid reedy nasal voice that prevent me enjoying singing in anything other than stolen snatches in the shower when nobody else is home.)

Of course, my little brother thinks singing an octave higher than most blokes is really manly, so at least we've raised him right.