[Photo: From left to right--Leah Gardener, Belo Cipriani and Melissa Crisp.]
Facts seem so subjective for the most part. As a baseball fan, I was listening to a radio program yesterday about various player statistics. Nobody could agree, despite tons of stats, what the best moves in terms of player procurement would be for the Red Sox during the off season. All these numbers about batting average and on base percentage and tons of different ways of interpreting them and no consensus.
Yes, it is a fact that I whistle in the shower. But is it a fact that it's irritating, or is it just annoying to the two people I live with? I think both my housemates can sing circles around most people, but is this a fact or just my opinion?
Years ago, on New Year's Eve, some friends and I attended a First Night event. It was a storytelling hour based on a Native American icon in the community. My friends and I were feeling boisterous and crude. One friend had wanted to go to this event, and the rest of us wanted to go to something more exciting. So, we were loud and it took us a while to calm down. At some point, somebody in the room not associated with my group loudly passed gas. We burst in to hysterics. We learned a little later that this was a memorial for this Native American; he was supposed to host the event himself, but he had died a few weeks previously. So, what is fact? I suspect everybody in the room thought we were an obnoxious gang of insensitive assholes, but we didn't know he had died, so what is the truth here? As in all situations, I guess it depends who you ask.