Soup Spoons

What is the point of the soup spoon? Maybe my upper lip is an anatomical anomaly, but I find this particular utensil to be more frustrating than rush hour traffic. Was this a result of the Marquis de Sade's foray into silversmithing? It's broad width and deceptive depth always leave more soup on my upper lip than in my mouth, and there is even more left in the bottom of the spoon. I am quite sure that I would be promptly escorted out of any society dinner with my unacceptable Spaghetti "O" mustache.

Maybe it's not the soup spoon's fault, maybe I am just a candidate for the Mutter Museum, or maybe my mother never taught me how to eat from a soup spoon. THANKS MOM!!!