Horray for post number ten!
Now, if it were up to me, I wouldn't count that edit post down there, because hardly any thought went into it and it's only a sentence and a fragment long.
On that same strain, I wouldn't even count the one before that, because again, little brain power and less substance are behind it.
But who's couting? Blogspot. Yet another thing in my life I am not in control of. One thing I am in control of, though, is how many sentences I can end in prepositions. Here's to you, John Dryden.
I was thinking the other day about that timeless question: what separates us from the animals? Many things have been suggested in the past: inquisitive minds, the stock market, opposable thumbs...but as I was thinking about it, I was eating lunch with my brother and I made a breakthrough realization.
Facial Hair.
I could just say vanity in general, but I think that may be taking things a bit too far, as I cannot pretend that cats don't have a certain pompous expression on their face whenever they lick themselves, like, "watch me make myself irresistible."
But think for a minute about how Ludacris it is. For one thing, humans have hair in the weirdest and most sporadic places, whereas the rest of the animal kingdom goes the all-or-nothing route. Not only that, but for all the care we take of our dead follicles, you'd think we have some species-wide necrophilia or something. We shave, we gel, we wax, we pluck...did you know that the average person spends two years of their life primping their hair alone? I would say that average women bring this number up from more reasonable heights, but then I look at the aforepictured people who not only spend time, but also money on making their beards look good.
I assure you, if and when I do finally settle down, my choice of man will probably have little to do with the quality of the dead cells on his face. I say probably only because I've seen some almost-normal people turned creeper by the state of the hair on their face.
Forgive me. College students don't do early morning. I don't know what I was thinking waking up and doing a blog post first thing.
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