Parents do strange things sometimes.
My dad used to introduce me to people by my shoe size:
“I’d like you to meet my son. He has a size 11 shoe.”
I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Can you imagine what would have happened if I had internalized that fact as an impressive talking point?
I might have said something like, “That’s right. You heard the man. Size 11 is nothing to mess around with. I expect to be treated with some respect around here.”
Obviously, that would have been ridiculous. Shoe size has nothing to do with how good or interesting a person is. It would be silly to suggest otherwise. Of course, we laugh at that idea, but how many other criteria do we have for evaluating a person’s status that are just as ridiculous and arbitrary?
My favorite ridiculous commercial is the one where a guy…
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