Tuesday 17th June
Tonight over milk and cookies, I studied the local weekly newspaper to see
how the other half lives. It's appalling, really. A whole section of the
paper was devoted to pictures of this year's graduating class at its prom.
One of the larger photos showed a young couple apparently looking for a
contact lens on the floor. A closer examination revealed that the male
half of the sketch was performing the infamous "ass-waxing" dance. The
girl, rather than covering her face with a shawl when presented with an
eager photographer, instead heaved her bosoms out of her dress and smiled
stupidly. What's worse is that no reader is likely to complain. The girl's
parents will probably cut it out and affix it proudly to their
refrigerator with a magnet. I stand on the back of the express toboggan,
begging, nay, demanding, that we all stop at the next station. No one
listens. We fly onward to our certain degrading doom.