Does size really matter?
Bigger is better. Isn't that the American dream?
Why buy a road-hogging, critter-squishing, bumper-defying,
wall-of-metal SUV when you have the delicious option of buying a
BIGGER road-hogging, critter-squishing, bumper-defying,
wall-of-metal SUV?
Why settle for a puny three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow of
our parents' generation nestled comfortably on a green plot of
land with a few nice shade trees? In new "developments" these
days, you can choose a two-storey home bulging beyond the
property line of today's incredible shrinking lots, complete
with a bedroom that can sleep 34 PLUS a walk-in closet that
sleeps another 20 AND an ensuite bathroom big enough to store
your SUV when your 300-cubit-long garage is full of toys or
tools. (That's one arc-full, in case you didn't know.)
I remember early in primary school how the teachers made us line
up according to height before we could go into the school. I
suppose it was a measure of our universally exemplary behavior
that I had plenty of time to daydream in line while some of the
more spirited children were rounded up by the sheep dogs.
My line-up thoughts often turned to dissecting school rules in
hopes of finding intelligent life in them. Although my futile
quest never succeeded, all was not lost. As one of the shorter
kids in my class, I developed a theoretic framework for the
"lining up by height" rule. That framework took the form of
three questions:
1.If size does not matter, why were we being sorted by height?
2.If size does matter, what do the teachers have against us
shorter kids, making a daily display of the height we lacked?
3.If big is better, why were the shorter kids given the front
seats with the better view?
Although the answers to those questions remain a mystery to this
day, I am convinced that size does not matter (except when
someone offers me a slice of cheesecake