I love my nephews and nieces to pieces, but can’t get over how surreal it is trying to formulate a rational explanation that will convince another person that it’s unacceptably gross to pick your nose and eat it.

I think I feel some sort of analogue to Bastiat’s frustration with the political process:

What a lot of trouble to prove in political economy that two and two make four; and if you succeed in doing so, people cry, “It is so clear that it is boring.” Then they vote as if you had never proved anything at all.

But, you know, replace “two,” “two,” and “four” with “boogers,” “mouth,” and “disgusting,” and “political economy” with “basic norms of polite society.” Oh yeah, and “vote” with “pick their nose and eat it anyway.”

Or something.