Do I look stupid to you?
Before you answer that, allow me to give you a couple of instances when I’ve been mistaken for a bonehead.
As a college freshmen, I opted to go to school in Michigan, far away from anyone and anything I remotely recognized. On top of that, I decided that rather than do something that comes naturally to me — say, be an English or a Communications major — I decided to take on economics instead.
I like a good challenge, and also I thought studying econ in the ’80s would be “fun.”
That was actually sort of an idiot maneuver, since math is not my strong suit, and nobody, save perhaps Paul Krugman*, thinks economics is “fun.”
Thus I spent hours in the library (for U of M alums, the “UGLI”), studying my ass off.
With my Walkman cranked to 11, because I like my music loud and hard. Makes me think better.
A few weeks into the semester, I made my way to a party where there were a lot of cute guys. Much to my surprise, a few of them were pointing at me.