Better Than
Better than….
I keep hearing those words. They crop up, seemingly, on a daily basis. Typically benign in their intents they’re used as a measuring standard, a barometer. Childlike comparisons between teams or artwork. Footraces or eating cereal. Hot Wheels cars or Barbie skirts. Simple statements in some weird hierarchical system arbitrarily derived by kids who really don’t know the difference. (I almost said don’t know any better.)
