We needed tough lessons as children. An occasional playground fight was expected as the norm, and if we complained to our mother that we were being teased, we were treated to this glorious aphorism: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” My mom used to say that all the time, one of the seemingly endless adages she had at her disposal to deal with any of life’s problems. To this day I think long and hard about the practical application that dogma had on my life.
The idea that you could actually choose whether or not to be hurt by words: that was huge for me. Even though it has been repeated ad nauseam for generations, “sticks and stones” really is a powerful bit of philosophy to a kid. That’s one of the great things about being a parent: you can spout nothing but clichés, and yet, to your child, you come off as one of the great thinkers in Western culture.
–from MEAN DADS FOR A BETTER AMERICA, by Tom Shillue
I find this woman’s response to be ridiculous enough to dismiss but interesting enough to discuss
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
Questions over on Greg's Locals site about where the viewer mail questions came from.
Again, great job, by the way but what was Michael Malice up to?
“Tonight’s Protein”
Well, I’m on the road.
Currently ensconsed in Northern Caintuck (Kentucky), just over the river from Cincinnati.
Which of course was named for the great Roman Pro-Consul and Dictator ‘Cincinnatus’
We are visiting my ‘Baby Sis’ whom lives here.
Pictures:
Groks interpretation of the great Roman, Cincinatus, plowing his field
My two 16 oz ribeyes, pre cooked weight of course. @The_CINC has already absconded with the asparagus. The other helping of asparagus I gave to ‘Baby Sis’.
