By Alan B. Combs

Last week I had one of those bittersweet visits to the dentist — bitter because there is more than a little trauma and cost involved, and sweet because the need that drove me to the office in the first place would finally go away. As is their custom, the dentist and support person carried on a running patter for the purpose of entertainment and distraction for the patient.

Right before I could talk again, they got into a silly discussion of whether it is more proper to refer to the cuspids as “he” or “she”. When finally I could join the discussion, I said it really doesn’t matter very much, since many of those cuspids are already “bi-“.