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 just stumbled across this - I think it was some story that referenced Valiant Pharmaceuticals- and I said well, “Stuart Varney is a big fan of one of their products…”
I remember on the first take, I was rushing at the end and the way it turned out, made me laugh, so I just kept it in.
I showed it to Stuart later and he got to kick out of it
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
