The bar is pretty low to get into Mensa - IQ 132, or the 98th %ile. So two in every 100 people are “genius” level intellects? I don’t think so.
Let’s start with IQ 150, which is still one kid in your standard American middle school, and I’ll consider giving respect to the group for being wicked smaht. But even then, we’re talking about the standard-issue really smart person we know.
I kinda look at it the same way.
As I get older, I’d look more at accomplishment anyways. Just sitting around being smart is kinda stupid, but there are plenty of people who have done some really great stuff that have never been tested.
Right! Only an IQ 132 idiot wants to go to a group with other 132 idiots and talk about having a 5th grade reading level in 2nd grade (A-OK to talk about as a parent, but about oneself? A bit tacky). Or what, talk about how bored they are being so smart and having to work as a mid-level admin?
I mean, I haven’t been, so maybe they’re doing puzzles and such at the meetings, but I honestly can’t think of anything much worse than what I picture. Hold on, I’ll google what they do at meetings… Okay, here:
At Mensa meetings, members engage in a variety of activities, primarily social, that go beyond just talking about their intelligence
They include intellectual discussions, guest speakers, and social gatherings like game nights, bowling, and dinners at local restaurants. Activities are diverse and range from formal events to casual meetups organized by local or national groups.
Okaaaaay, so…regular shit. Isn’t it easier to do this stuff with your neighbors and family members, who are already grouped for alikeness?
Nope.
Nope.
If they’re so smart, then why can’t they figure out how to relate to others?
One of the talks I had with my son was basically this- “You get a lot more out of your lessons than other kids. They get [xxx] this much. Others get [xxxx] that much. You get [xxxxxxxx] that.”.
Ha! 
One of those statements is for sure true. The other sounds moderately inconvenient depending on where you’ve parked the car.
Parasocial: Relating to a connection that someone feels between themselves and a famous person they do not know, a character in a book, film, TV series, etc, or an artificial intelligence.
Example: Swifties.
I got pretty obsessed with Arnold back in 2003.
“Grandma was so impressed with the new Porsche that she fainted when I pulled in and parked!”
This is probably about fan fiction and romantasy. Still…
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks
See me out in the streets
When I’m eating
Or feeding my daughter
Do not come and speak to me…
No, I don’t know you and no
I don’t owe you a motherf^cking thing
I’m not Mr. N’Sync
I’m not what your friends think
I’m not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me
And if you offend me
I’m lifting you 10 feet… in the air
I don’t care who was there
And who saw me just jaw you…
It’s better than underarm deodorant. I am easily and endlessly amused by the names they choose to stop men from sweating so much.
Arctic Force. Manly. Canadians know it takes toughness to fight the cold. A whole bunch of them, apparently, extensively equipped to do so. A whole platoon, in fact, though it seems like a lot of people for such a mundane task. (Your mission, if you choose to accept it…) Although groups of men usually smell like hot dog water, what does Arctic Force smell like? Comraderie. Possibly recycled beer. Tobacco, dope and bourbon. Maybe boondoggling and desperation.
Wild Moss. Manly. Not only is it untamed and savagely independent, but it evokes the peace and spirit of the rugged wilderness. Specifically, the most exciting part of the great outdoors, the wild and savage part that is said to grow on the north side of trees. But actually gets you lost, since this is not true. It is fuzzy like arm hair. But thick and green. Like your pits, possibly, if you seldom wear tank tops or idolize The Hulk™.
Deep Musk. Manly. Smells like deer glands, or possibly the Twitter feed of a billionaire who has been sleeping at his factory for the last three weeks. Like hard work and raw meat. Maybe just a hint of lamb schwarma.
Ocean Fresh. Manly. They probably mean to invoke adventure. Not those massive islands of floating plastic ensnaring seagulls in the remote Pacific, or big cities that can’t be bothered to treat their sewage. The freshest thing in the ocean is fish. Who wouldn’t want fish for their pit stench?
(Arm ‘n Salmon)… Even Steve Martin understood the antiperspirant value of “Tuna Fish Sandwich”.
I suspect deodorants for women likely are given direct names that describe the actual smell: lavender, lily of the valley, rose - maybe fancied up to make Persian Spice Market. Are you sweaty, ma’am? Or did you just bake Pumpkin Spice Patch-ouli™ biscuits?
I laughed from top to bottom on this one.
Then you may be interested in the newer anti deodorants available.
Oh buddy. That sounds like it could be interesting.
What? No flashlight on it?
Right?! Must be extra.
Ha, if it had one, I’d be buying it for a certain husband. Who, now that you mention it, has given me at LEAST 6 flashlights and headlamps over the years.
Our adult Christmas tradition recently, maybe the last 5 years, has been buying one gift for everyone (so we each buy however many of the same gift and everyone gets one, so we all have the hand warmers from N and the good socks from K and the obviously-over-the-price-limit e-frames from D). To date I have TWO flashlight things from husband. The more recent, a hat with a headlamp built in, is actually really good. I’ve been wearing it to walk the dog.
Maybe we should be rethinking our favorite grip.
This man used a thumbless (suicide) grip, dropped the barbell on his chest, got up, collapsed, and died.
