I’m sitting at my computer watching a slide show of photos of happy kids, untroubled parents and a family that clearly loves life, each other and having fun. Who are these people?
You know how you always have to verify a weirdly distorted word before you can get to a certain website or access some personal account information? Well, half the time the word's so flippin’ distorted that unless you yourself were tripping on LSD, there’s no way to distinguish most of the letters. I seriously spent like 15 minutes this afternoon staring at what I thought was the word “paramour.” Apparently it wasn’t...
“4 out of 5 Dentists recommend sugarless gum for their patients who chew gum.” Do you remember that slogan? What does that mean? That one out of every 5 dentists recommend sugar-saturated Bubble Yum over the sugar-free alternative?
I was stunned and horrified. Could this be true? Was I living in some kind of Tipper Gore world of censorship without even knowing it. I wanted to race out and watch “Seven Pounds,” or “The boy in Striped Pajamas.”
If I don’t share their interest in Mario Kart, what’s next? Suddenly, I can’t stand their music, don’t like their friends, don’t know anything about what interests them. They become goth, start smoking cigarettes to be cool, go off to college, get a slew of body piercings, bad grades, and stds and I have only myself to blame.
