Every day, it seems like we are living in an increasingly liquid world.
I’m not preaching against the evils of alcohol or for a new era of prohibition that will save us from sin and politicians.
After all, water is also a liquid, and it rarely inflicts us with either sin or politicians.
But we do expect everything to be excruciatingly easy these days, so liquid is the operating system of choice.
No time to eat?
Grab a liquid breakfast and run.
Why tie a knot in the umbilical chord connecting your bed to your desk?
If you can find a long enough straw, just start slurping as you rise from bed, and smack your lips to the last drop as you whiz out the front door. Bye.
Remember when soap came in bars? Solid bars?
Sorry, I guess I’m showing my age.
Now everybody uses liquid soap. Yesterday I reached for the soap.
No, wait. I reached for the hand cream. Or was it the soap? But what if it is the hand cream? Soap or hand cream? Which is which?