24 June 2008
Don't call me...
Otto West: Don't call me stupid.
Wanda: Oh, right! To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people! I've known sheep that could outwit you. I've worn dresses with higher IQs.
Like Kevin Klein's character in "A Fish Called Wanda," I hate to be called stupid.
You can call me ugly. You can say I dress funny. You can say I am mean, that I stink, that I am terrible with directions. All fine, and all somewhat true at times.
But do not make the mistake of saying, implying, or assuming that I am dumb.
I was in a meeting the other day when the presenter couldn't answer my questions. It was apparent that she did not know.
Instead, she turned it around and said in a condescending tone, "Well, let me see if I can try to explain it to you."
As she bumbled around, spinning circles with her words, I had to hold myself down to my chair. I was so close to standing up and yelling at her.
She got done with her explanation, which did not make a lick of sense. Everyone just sat there silent, amazed at her incompetence.
I finally said calmly but very clipped, "I'll talk to S. It seems like she might be able to clarify, based on what she said earlier."
But I was maaaad. I don't know why the implication that I am stupid galls me so deeply. It sends me into The Bad Place, the mental space you don't want to go - and if I go there, you certainly should not follow.
What that people assume about you sends YOU off the deep end?