The other evening at dinner, my daughter told me that she didn’t want to hurt my feelings but she thought that Marge Simpson was more interesting than me. Then she went on to explain that she thought I was smarter than Marge, but that Marge did more interesting things than I did. She then proceeded to list all of the more interesting things that Marge Simpson did, but I didn’t. Then Andrew and Dean started listing more things, following Clare’s lead.
My feelings weren’t hurt. I don’t care that a cartoon character has a bigger personality than I do, nor do I care that she has bigger hair than I. Nor that it is blue.
Nope, I don’t care one bit.