Very clever people can occasionally say very stupid things.
The husband has been officially declared very clever.
He completed a complicated leadership training programme at his company and was told today he has an enormously high IQ.
He was also told that he is borderline egocentric.
I tried the: “How do you know when someone has got an MBA?” question.
Talk about a lead balloon.
This is what he said…
“I may not as rich as Bill Gates. I may not have discovered the cure for cancer, but at least I can say I am cleverer than most people.”
A little over the egocentric edge?
I thought I’d let it slide.
Then he went on…
“When you have something, some edge, something you’re proud of don’t want to tell people about it? Like if you’re a brilliant actor or the next Stephen Hawking? It’s like… it’s like… your boobs”
Hang on. Did he just say that?
In the same sentence as Bill Gates and Stephen Hawking, rich men and medical geniuses, the best he could up with about me was my BOOBS?
He carried on, “I mean don’t you wake up in the morning, look at yourself in the mirror and just think, wow I have stupendous boobs?”
Well, no actually I don’t.
“That’s what you think is my greatest asset, what defines me as a person? Not my brilliant writing skills, or my creative advertising genius? But my boobs!”
“Well yes,” he said, “They’re the first thing I noticed about you.”
Now it is hard to get worked up and righteously upset when a man who has been married to you for almost 13 years tells you your boobs are stupendous.
I’m struggling to wrap my head around it.
I hope I am more than the sum of my boobs.
I’d like to think I was pretty clever too.
I was going to write about the vicious smell emanating from the bottom of the garden, but this totally blindsided me.
PS: Boobs is a very funny word. It’s word that men never grow out of. Try throwing it in to conversations with men randomly. No matter how serious they are they will laugh. They can’t help it.