and the Mystery of the Prosthetic Nose
by Thom Yee
I don’t like old people.
They’re coarse and rough and irritating…
…. And they get everywhere.
Wait… I might be thinking of sand.
Nevertheless, for a variety of reasons, I’ve never really cared for old people, and really that’s not okay. To some extent, we all get a pass for feeling that way because we’re all [most likely] going to get old ourselves, but saying we don’t like old people isn’t really that different than saying we don’t like people because of their ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender identity. Continue reading