Buckteeth: (n) upper teeth that project over the lower lip.
In pursuit of truth and compassion, you find yourself in many a thorny patch.
This is especially true when it comes to teeth.
I don’t know what it is about teeth. I could say I never consider anyone’s teeth–but if they have missing ones, or buck teeth, I will notice and attribute a lack of intelligence to them because of it.
I feel bad about it. For some reason, this was transferred into my brain at an early age, and found such a resting place that eviction seems unlikely.
Yet I run across other people who think my teeth are flawed, but choose to be merciful.
My children were especially, notoriously obsessed with their teeth. But it takes a prince’s ransom to create straight teeth in the human head. If you multiply that times three or four kids, you may find yourself needing to go into piracy to procure the desired pearls in their mouths.
Buck teeth are tough.
It’s a simple protrusion, yet it connotes so much negativity that it almost has to be corrected to secure acceptance for the victim.
And victims they will be–because we have not yet reached the point where we can consider the intelligence, the spirit and the passion of other human beings without first contemplating their “dentality.”