What is a Review

Ah, the act of reviewing. It is something dear to my heart (or should I say “Art”?) Reviewing something is digging deep inside the “Raison d’etre” of a thing. It always is more complex than it seems. For example, a pair of kid’s scissors: an object to cut paper. Add the picture of a family on the scissors and suddenly, it’s not that innocent. It is propaganda from the communists to tell kids that families are the glue that bonds the future. Not to me it isn’t. I recently heard about my sons, from Tinder, I won’t let them near communists scissors. At least, not while they are near my van.