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So, how ugly are YOUR feet?

7/26/2022

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I got on the elevator with a beautiful young woman who was sobbing and shaking. I asked her what was wrong and she told me, “I have ugly feet.”

I was confused by her comment. As my genetic wiring requires, I had checked her out as soon as I saw her and I noted that she was quite attractive. To be fair, my initial scan had not gone all the way to her feet, so I refocused my energies and, indeed, her feet looked normal.

I hadn’t really thought about what made feet beautiful or ugly, but I didn’t see any noses growing out of them or any extra toes.

Turns out, though, that she was a model and had just been rejected for an advertising gig with Dr. Scholl’s. Maybe the artistic director or the client thought her middle toe was too long or her big toe was too flat or something. Maybe her toenails wouldn’t be believable in the dramatic arc of the story. It all seemed trivial to me, but it was clearly devastating to her.

So I switched from voyeur to dad mode and tried to comfort her as much as you can on an elevator ride. I assured her that it was just one setback, that she would get other jobs, that any criticism was just one jerk’s opinion, and, of course, that her feet weren’t so monstrously grotesque that nobody would ever love her. JK on the last one, since I’ve (finally) learned not to apply humor in emotional moments.

The thing that struck me the most, and has continued to hang with me, is the way one flaw, real or imagined, could affect a person so much. In a business where your livelihood depends on your physical appearance, it’s understandable that a rejection can feel very personal. But I’ve seen the same thing with all kinds of people over the years, incredibly susceptible to criticism of one seemingly small facet.

Achilles had his heel, but it seems that all of us have something, some abnormally sensitive and vulnerable spot that overcomes all our other strengths. For some of us, it’s a body image thing and for others it’s tied up with a family history or an educational status or an epic fail in high school. Every so often, impostor syndrome makes us vulnerable as well.

Perversely, we make ourselves victims when we offer ourselves up to be judged by THEM. We base our self-esteem on THEIR assessment and we accept whatever THEY say as the truth. Our friend the foot model had to put herself at the mercy of other people in order to make a living, but most of us are driven solely by…what?

Maybe it’s part of the human condition to subvert our self-image in the interest of others’ judgments. Maybe we have an intrinsic need to be miserable about something. Maybe we’re all masochists at heart. Whatever the deep psychological source of our malady, Bob Newhart was right.

Stop It!

You may all carry on with your lives now. So glad I could help.

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Pizza? That's the best you can do?

7/19/2022

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Please, dear Lord, save me from all those people who say their favorite thing about Chicago is deep dish pizza.  It’s a step up from Malort, maybe, but there must be something better.

Kentucky has bourbon, Kansas City and New York both have strip steaks that bear their name, Buffalo has wings, Boston has cream pie…some places just hit the jackpot in the culinary karma competition.

And then there’s Chicago pizza, an overweight agglomeration of tomato sauce, cheese and dough. And dough. And dough. And dough.

Did I mention dough?

I actually like this stuff, but I don’t rank it among the best foods in Chicago, or even the best pizza. Most of the really great pizza places around here refuse to bury their toppings in a loaf of bread. It’s a local tradition the locals don’t indulge in all that much, except when friends and family come to town and ask for the “hometown” pizza.

Seriously, I miss the days when everybody talked about Al Capone.

Of course, it could be worse. We’re better off than Brussels, which is famous for a really gross and distasteful vegetable that people only like when you fry it with garlic and cheese and, sometimes, bacon. if you were the mayor of Brussels, would you want your reputation based on a gassy, bitter, irredeemable lump of leaves?

Even worse, it’s widely believed that “French” fries were actually invented in Belgium long before they started cooking them up in France. But, as with all great contributions to world culture, France has found a way to take credit and Brussels got stuck with tiny cabbage wannabes.

Fate is oh, so cruel.

At least Brussels is brave enough to take the hit for its gastric abomination. Peru has engaged in a hundred-years war to convince us we should mispronounce the Lima in lima beans. Respect, Peru, you’ve prevailed at last.

Back in Chicago, we really need to shift the narrative on our culinary heritage. We invented Cracker Jack, Juicy Fruit, Vienna hot dogs, Tootsie Rolls and even Twinkies, any one of which we could have branded with the home-town imprint…but didn’t.

And, greatest tragedy of all, we somehow called our greatest contribution to the dining world an “Italian” beef sandwich. Yeah, it was supposedly cooked up by Italian immigrants working at the Stockyards, but they were Italian immigrants IN CHICAGO.

Too late, I suppose. Once your nickname is Stumpy, you can’t get people to call you The Captain anymore, and once you’re tagged with deep dish pizza, it’s too late to talk about CHICAGO BEEF SANDWICHES.

At least we’re not Brussels.

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But only if I respond by MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!!!

7/12/2022

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A few years ago, I made the mistake of making a few political donations, which is turning out to be one of my few regrets in life. Mark Twain was right about sausage and the law, but he should have included political campaigning in the mix.

At the time of my foolish involvement in “the process,” I ended up making donations to both Republicans and Democrats, plus a PAC or two, and now I am reaping the whirlwind as the 2022 political season ramps up. For some reason, all these politicians seem to be sharing their mailing lists with other politicians, so everyone from senator to dog catcher seems to think I’m their friend and one of their most loyal supporters and, with all due modesty, a true patriot who is the bedrock of our great nation.

Apparently, I am all that is standing in the way of Armageddon, economic catastrophe, and the banning of pumpkin spice latte in October. Or, more accurately, my checkbook and I are all that are preventing the destruction of our way of life. If and when we turn into a Banana Republic (dictatorship, not the store), I will be 100% responsible, because I did not respond BY MIDNIGHT!!!

As best I can tell, we are already under siege from illegal aliens who are trying to take the guns away from transgender students who are canceling the free speech of cable news hosts who are persecuted because they are trying to protect the rights of atheist militias that want to take a knee to protest Pikachu, or praise Hello Kitty. Or vice versa.

We’ve got trouble, my friends. This is a hellhole of a country, a disaster, a collapsing civilization, and the last, best hope for humanity. Millions of our fellow citizens are emigrating to Ukraine, where it’s safer, or Russia, where they have more freedoms, or Mexico, which is empty now all the Mexicans moved here to take our jobs and make us eat frijoles. Too bad you won’t be able to read this warning, because the censors at the government/social media will block this post.

And I want to help, so I keep checking these letters and e-mails for the next steps, other than sending money. (BY MIDNIGHT!!!) But there are no next steps, not for me and not for the people who desperately need my continuing support. I know they’re going to save America from all the evil threats, but how?

Sadly, I can’t find the answer in these letters. I know what they’re against, I know they need my donation—by midnight—but that’s it. I keep looking, but I can’t find any concrete action plans.

Yes, I know the world is complex and any action plan requires a long explanation, so it’s not easy to summarize these plans in one letter, even when the letter is eight pages long and single spaced. But if they can spend four paragraphs on their LOVE OF FAMILY and RULE OF LAW and LE DELUGE, they could give just a few details about their ACTUAL PLAN!!!

I guess I’ll just have to take it on faith that they have a plan to save America from the monsters who are trying to destroy us. I only hope I can get them their money fast enough (BY MIDNIGHT!!!) and avert catastrophe.

Failure is not an option here. The future of the nation is in my hands. Wish me luck.

Of course, I'd also like you to wish me more readership by subscribing here to Dad Writes. But you must respond BY MIDNIGHT!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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If only Jeopardy had just one question

7/5/2022

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If Facebook workers are Metamates, what does that make the grunts at SpaceX? And speaking of Elon Musk employees…

  1. Back when you had to phone the cab company to send a cab to your house, the dispatcher would swear repeatedly that the driver was just two minutes away. Those days are gone, though, because I’m using a high-tech app to order a ride, and now it’s the app that’s telling me the driver is two minutes away. Clearly, artificial intelligence is as good at lying as real humans.

  2. Now that Facebook has decided to refer to employees as Metamates, isn’t it time we rebranded the workers at other big companies? Volkswagen workers would be the Recalls, Lyft drivers would be the WrongWaze, Fox News hosts would be Whatabouts, SpaceX engineers will be Muskrats…I’m beginning to like this idea more and more.

  3. Remember when we were all excited by scientific progress, in the long-ago era when we were getting moon launches and flat screen TVs and Tang? Now all we get is global warming, black holes and monkey pox. It’s no wonder that scientists are getting less and less popular.

  4. I used to laugh at that commercial where the woman yells that she’s fallen and she can’t get up. Now I am that commercial.

  5. After Elon Musk announced he was going to buy Twitter and advance free speech, I decided to log in more regularly and see what’s what. Mostly, it’s politicians sending out the same comments on a daily or hourly basis to millions of followers while complaining that they’re being censored. I feel so bad for all of them.

  6. All of us old-timers need to stop carping at young people who are staring at their screens all day. We’ve been staring at our televisions for four hours per night over at least five decades, so I’m not sure if we’re the pot or the kettle.

  7. Nothing makes me feel smarter than knowing the question to a Jeopardy answer as all three contestants blank out on it. Clearly, I’d be toppling Ken Jennings if only I knew something other than the one answer per week that everyone else misses.  

  8. Every time I hear an ambulance or a fire engine wailing on the street near my apartment, I feel very lucky. It’s almost as if God was sending me a reminder that I’m having a much better day than I might otherwise be having.  

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