

The more you know, the more there is for you to possibly worry about. Ignorance is bliss! Here’s a fun anecdote to calm your jitters.
Once upon a time I was trying to reassure my coworker who had an upcoming appointment. “I’m scared! I want to do it but I’m scared of the pain! It’s going to hurt!” she groaned.
I asked “where on your body are you getting the work?”
“On my stomach,” she said.
“Oh,” I said, “that’s a good place. It won’t hurt that much. You have a lot of fat on your stomach.”
She just frowned at me. One of the other cooks walked in and she shouted “He just called me fat!”
“The rhetorical ‘you!’” I tried to explain, to no avail. I never heard the end of that one from her.




I suppose you’re thinking of Europe and the Nazis there and not the firebombing of the city of Tokyo, or the nuking of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I’m aware of the usual excuses that these were defensive acts, but seriously, give me a fucking break.