Why I will never be Kris Aquino, a snapshot of homelife featuring a rebuke from my sister repeated here verbatim:

In the kitchen a few minutes ago, as my older sister and I were discussing the progress of our home renovation, I made a careless remark in the form of a rather crude joke. My sister paused from peeling a potato, looked me in the eye, and said, “You are closer to forty than thirty, Butch. You must develop some gravity.”