CALL ME SNAKE

Our society loves outsourcing. I learned about this some years ago when our kids were in preschool and some parents got tired of cleaning up the school, which had been their responsibility for decades, and decided to outsource the job. I read in the Boston Globe the other day that other parents have gotten tired of teaching their kids manners and instead pay big bucks to enroll 7-year-olds in etiquette courses. When tragedy strikes at our schools now, teachers and parents outsource the job of dealing with the grief to professional counselors rather than muddling through it on their own with the students and children. We’re getting close to the point where we might just as well outsource our lives. Surely there must be others out there who could do a better job with it and make it all it ought to be.