The Museum of Natural History: A Historical Snoozefest
My father is a huge history buff, and because of that, my whole childhood was a long series of museums, reenactments, and lectures. I've read many a plaque in my day, but it's still not enough. So, when my family came up to spend the weekend in New York, my father announced that he wanted to go to the Museum of Natural History.
I thought it was odd, considering that he likes actual history and not the history of various nuclei and mitochondria, but I went along with it because, frankly, I didn't really care either way. After making a suggested donation of $50, we made our way into room after room filled with stuffed animals and replicas of statues and tribal masks.
"This whole thing is science?" My father asked. Apparently, he had heard the word "history" and immediately said, "SIGN ME UP, I LOVE OLD SHIT!," not realizing that history includes more than Hitler's rise to power. Specifically for this museum, history involves the fossil records of mastadons.
The museum employee in the rather small Birds of the World exhibit didn't take very kindly to me asking, in a rather disappointed tone, "These are all of the birds in the world?"
She looked up from the origami cranes she was making, presumably to add to the meager exhibit's collection. Indignantly, she replied, "The sign doesn't say all of them."
The thrilling Mollusks of New York State Exhibit