my, what babes in the woods this week's crop are!

first, we have "jealous", the boy who writes with a distinctly feminine voice, so in touch with his feelings. but i ask, "jealous"? of what? of not having a biological mother who spends no time with him? this letter makes no sense. apparently, college students today are not merely "confused" but stupid as well.

second, we have "tape", the young condominium owner who hasn't the courage or social grace to speak to his neighbor. he and his neighber seem to be of the mind: yours is yours, and mine is mine. apparently lost on both of these young people is the notion that condominium ownership means common areas, which means share and share alike, which means joint and mutual cooperation, which means communication, which means tact, diplomacy and respect. who raised these two mindless animals?

third, we have "cinderella". gracious me! a princess in our midst! pardon, your highness, criticism shall cease at once. with no detail as to the kind of "hypercriticality", one must wonder whether perhaps princess actually deserved the criticism or whether perhaps princess feels entitled to that to which she is not entitled. it is not my intent to suggest that mistreatment is okay. nor is it my intent to victimize a victim. that said, it is also entirely possible that princess doesn't do as good a job as she thinks she does.

fellow readers, i am certain you have noticed that i have skipped over "scooter". i save her for last because i find more sympathy for her as she lays out her case plainly as economical. even so, one could suppose an overbearing husband, or one could suppose a husband who knows his wife. why, just this morning, i watched a woman talking on her mobile phone park her vehicle across two parking spaces. in other words, "scooter" may be a terrible driver and would therefore likely be an even worse motorcyclist. and while she alleges economic sensibilities, her real reason could be vanity. after all, she doesn't want a scooter. she wants a vespa. and aren't vespas just the cutest rides?

prudence must feel generous today, or i am being stingy. nevertheless...

yours truly,
nanny