Categorical Aperitif

The Prom Committee folks thought that a band named Copernico just had to be educational. And boy, were they right.

Everyone was surprised by Carrot Top's new direction.

Worst. ABBA tribute band. Ever.

Wow—my PC suddenly started hissing and spitting.

Sure, "child labor" used to mean back-breaking, soul-crushing work in mines and factories, but thanks to the blessings of market-driven technological change, kids today have plenty of opportunities for lighter work, out in the fresh air—as human billboards, for example. Isn't it time we trashed the obsolete laws that deny kids the freedom to sell their labor in the marketplace like everyone else? After all, for the superior kids, it's never too early to start clawing their way to the top—and for the other kids, well, wouldn't we be doing them a favor by letting them get used to a life of servile drudgery early, while their brains are still forming? Aren't their brains still forming then? Professor Minsky? Doctor Sacks? Anyone?