Stereotypes, the TSA, and Christian Legalism

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At the root of any stereotype there is at least some kernel of truth; for a stereotype, even if it is rarely true, is at the very least not always false. The fact that I tend to regard employees of the Transportation Security Administration as a largely disagreeable bunch is not because it is true that they are always disagreeable, but because in my experience they have seemed to make a peevish attitude rather the rule than the exception; though I suspect that anyone whose job it is to daily perform the practical equivalent of herding cats might find their patience understandably stressed.

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Just like the old days

Growing up, I always liked the way my Dad smelled when he and Mom would go out for a date. I have such a fond recollection of the smell of Brut (original formula, not rebranded “33″) and the glass bottle Dad had with the metal medallion held around the bottle’s neck with a chain. Then my girlfriend (soon to be wife) found me this in a Brooks Brothers shortly before I left Vegas.

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A glass bottle with a metal cap. The plastic insert in the cap is just for threads and sealing. It’s not exactly like my dad’s Brut, but it evokes the same feeling. And you don’t have to be in an overpriced Forum Shoppe at Caesar’s to get it- I’ve seen Royall Lyme products for sale in down-home-country-buy-stuff-cheap mail order catalogs.

So this has been a test run of posting entirely from my phone AND a product recommendation. Royall has other scents, and I find them to be classy but not over-the-top. Beside, cologne lasts a long time. Give this one a shot.

Fake it ’til you make it

Turns out, even if you don’t know everything that’s going on in a given situation, if you just act confident most people will assume you do and acquiesce. It is truly shocking how many people should know something but will admit they don’t if you can bluff worth a damn.

I just got promoted in this little microcosm at work.

I’m a small, petty man

Some days are great. Some days are so great, I think of people in the past that said I wasn’t good enough or wouldn’t achieve anything and I chuckle. In particular, a select few girls who shot me down come to mind. I’m not naming names; if karma really exists I have no desire to mess things up. And bragging is verboten, because I’m still fully capable of buggering things up with bad decisions.

And yet, some small part of me looks at my finances, the view out my balcony, the beach I just got paid to lounge on… The fact that I could bring a wife here with me doesn’t make me want to brag in a “You could have had this” kind of way. That would just be gauche. It’s more self-satisfaction, knowing that I can achieve more than some naysayer’s estimation of my potential.

Never listen to anybody who puts limitations on your potential. Work hard, keep your chin up, and prove ‘em wrong. Because some day, you’ll hear Toby Keith singing How Do You Like Me Now?! and smile.