I'm missing my right index finger. Hold it; that's not right: I don't have a right index finger, but I'm not missing it at all. I haven't seen it in three decades or so, and have never missed it. It's been a positive development. Clipping my fingernails takes ten percent less time than it otherwise would have; I suppose that will eventually add a day or two to my life. And with all the precocious kids flashing their tattoos and piercings, I don't feel left out in the body modification department. And there's another advantage: a short finger is most efficacious in reaching places a long finger can't.
Imagine that.
