August 24, 2006 | She Blinded Me With Science
Okay, all you scientists. It is time to come clean.
How many frigging planets are there?
Last week they tell me there are 12 planets, and now they are trying to tell me that Pluto isn’t a planet at all?
What the hell? How many are there?
What am I supposed to tell my children? What am I supposed to do with “My Very Educated Mother Just Scorched Uncle Ned’s Pants” because “My Very Educated Mother Just Scorched Uncle Ned” has a much darker feel, and I’m not sure I want to be teaching The Squad that I think it’s okay to go around burning people.
That being said, I am much more concerned with giving them bad information. I’m glad they are only two. I don’t know what I would tell them if they were studying the Solar System this year.
So, how about it scientist? How many planets? 8, 9, 12? (Eggs are good, eggs are bad, cholesterol is bad except for good cholesterol which we need. Iraq has weapons of mass destruction. No, we were mistaken.) The news is confusing. Sometimes I really do think ignorance is bliss.
