Would you rather be born with a Silver Spoon or born with a Brass Doorknob? It doesn’t matter, because you can’t help how you were raised.
Russian police find Feral Girl in Siberia (Reuters)
Amala and Kamala, Girls Raised by Wolves (Wikipedia)
When you start talking to him, he chirps. He just chirps and when realizing that he is not understood, starts to wave hands in the way birds winnow wings.
Quotation from Social Worker Galina Volskaya, The Bird Boy of Volgograd (Pravda)
I would never iron the ironing, I would poop in it too.
Have you ever read any books by the neurologist, Oliver Sachs? The title of his most famous one is ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’ but I was just reminded of his story about a man who’d been blind from birth who had an operation to restore his sight. Unfortunately, he’d never learned to see so the experience of being sighted was a torment to him and he insisted on wearing a blindfold.
Sometimes, one of my cats thinks the bath tub is the litter box.
Nature vs. nurture.
I’d still have preferred the Silver Spoon – it might not have helped much, but it wouldn’t have hurt.
Personally I would have chosen a nipple.
I hasten to explain not at actual birth, but shortly after.
Yeah, choosing one’s parents is so so important, but damn difficult. Even for buddhists…
The silver spoon would have been nice but would i have been the same person for having it? Doubt it.