From dooce
For the past four days Jon and I have been running a division of the Betty Ford Clinic as we try to break Leta of her crippling addiction to the pacifier. We’ve taken away her cigarettes, her heroin, her daily 64 oz Diet Coke, and from the resulting hours of weeping and gnashing of the toothless gums you’d think we’d taken away her will to live.
TDooce’s post on the binky was good, good, good. But she gets one thing wrong. Cigarettes are just not the right example for conveying the truly addictive nature of the almighty binky. At our house, we refer to the binky as what it really is: the crack pipe.