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Small and Loud

Is it me, or are people getting smaller? I keep hearing that Americans are getting bigger and fatter, but whenever I look around, it seems to me that especially the males of the species are shrinking. I live in Cambridge, MA which is college town USA (well at least the Boston area is). All I see anymore are these small feeble looking guys walking around with little or no hair...I mean you could cast a remake of THX1138 with these guys.
I don't mean to sound judgemental. Heaven knows that I'm nothing to write home about (my physique has been referred to one that resembles a Coke machine with a bowling ball on top of it). It's not that I particularly mind or have a problem with them , I just wonder if I'm witnessing some side effect of an organic diet and too much 'quiet time'. These guys also seem to all talk very quietly and be very sensitive...I don't know just something I've been noticing.

At the other end of the spectrum are the hordes of LOUD teenage girls that seem to be everywhere. My personal theory is that squawking at the top of their lungs on their cute little Barbie-colored cell phones has them permanently stuck in OH MY GOD mode. Believe me, you haven't heard anything 'til you've heard a Baaahhhhsthhaaannn accent at 130 decibels.

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