Democratic presidential candidate Lincoln Chafee wants the U.S. to adopt the metric system, and after taking his measure at the Democratic debate last week, I think it's because he'd rather claim it's five centimeters long, than two inches. (His nose, you creeps!)
Of course, Chafee's right that the metric system is more intuitive than the English system. I still don't know how many ounces are in a pound, if any; and a half pint is a young Melissa Gilbert.
But there's a downside—a dark side—to switching. And I saw it in a document that my normally coherent sixth-grade daughter left on my computer.
Mr. W then jumped 1,000 millimeters high right on top of Millie. Mr. W was about to eat her right up when Millie’s grandma jumped on top of Mr. W while Millie used her 5 centimeter long blackberry to call 911. Finally the police came marching in and took the wolf to the jail about 10 kilometers away. After that Millie and her grandma remade the 4,000 milligrams of cake that Mr. W ate.
The next day Mr. W was let out of jail. They decided to make 10 kilograms of ice cream and have a party to try to make friends with Mr. W. Millie and grandma set a sign up saying LETS BE FRIENDS that was 3 meters long. When Mr. W came over he brought her a gift. The gift had a volume of 6 cubic centimeters. It was a little box that was a pair of earrings. Don’t worry there were policemen outside just to be safe.
I don't know about you, but this chills my spine to zero centigrade. And I, for one, would rather live in a world of guesstimated reality than precisely described nonsense.