Our culture flaunts more as being better. Cars have grown to the size of One Hour Photo Booths (you may not know what those are if you cannot define film). Houses have sprawled out into personal villas. Even names have expanded. I once met a girl named Persephone Priscilla Yardumian-Smythe. She probably had to take kindergarten twice just to learn how to spell it. She sure won't find her name on one of the little key chains you see at rest stops on the turnpike. I wonder if that will set her self-esteem back a few notches. That and the fact that her nickname may turn out to be Persy Prissy.

 

Families have mushroomed. I heard of one that has nine kids. Can you imagine? Is that even legal? I bet they take turns sleeping. They probably have to share plates during the same meal. I know for a fact that two of them have to share a birthday. How cheap is that? Half a cake for a whole year? They most likely smash both of their names in the same song too...can't have the decency to sing it through twice.