Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dear seven billion people,

This actually blows my mind.  I remember when I read the articles about reaching six billion, and I was in second grade.  And we will reach eight billion by 2030? I find this a little terrifying.  How did this happen? How are we going to make this work?

Seven billion.

In less than two hundred years the world's population has increased by five billion people, but don't worry, by the end of the century we should balance out at ten million.  No worries.  I should be dead by then. 

I'm not sure why this troubles me so much.  But, to be fair, I'm also really troubled right now by the length of Kim Kardashian's marriage.  Seventy-two days? She was only married for seventy-two days before she decided that was it? Kim, a college course lasts longer than that.  You couldn't even manage an intro course in marriage co-taught by the esteemed Kris Humphries.  If you only got married to this dude because his name also started with "K" and you just really wanted a wedding I will be severely disappointed.  Cause apparently that's what we do now that we have seven billion people on the planet: we have ridiculously extravagant and publicized weddings which allows us to make something like eight million dollars for every day we're married.

Maybe this is why I'm worried.  If seven billion people watch Kim Kardashian's wedding or try to emulate it or even care about Kim Kardashian's wedding then we've got a huge problem on our hands. 

Well, you've made it K-Krowd, spell check recognizes your last name.  You're only a group of seven people in a world of seven billion but spell check knows your name. 


love,
hannah

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