My Year Without Thumbs
The value of the opposable
Look, no one said you can’t be creatively clumsy. Several years ago, I graduated from bumping into tables and stumbling downstairs to almost taking off both of my thumbs. Certainly not the worst or most grievous bodily harm one could do, but definitely no slouch either. You would think you’d rather break a leg than break a thumb, but let me tell ya, it’s utility all the way down.