Our detachment from history and the subversion of the relative hierarchy of intellectual references is complete.
There is an executive at my company. He is a very small man – shorter than me by several inches (and I am not tall), skinny, with small, beady eyes and an equally small quantity of hair on his head. Though I don't know him well, based on my few interactions with him he seems to compensate for his small stature by being unpleasant and inconsiderate. I was at an office holiday party last week at which he was also present. A colleague, standing next to me, pointed him out and commented that he didn't know much about him. “I don't either, “ I replied, “but Napoleon comes to mind.” The colleague gave me a quizzical look. Then, after a few seconds, a look of recognition. “Oh, Napoleon... for a second I thought Kip.” It was my turn to look quizzical. “Napoleon Dynamite,” the colleague said, “the brother.” I don't care if Kip Dynamite is a spitting image of the short executive – this is just depressing.
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Hahahaha! I don't think it's depressing. I think it's hilarious. So hilarious. For goodness sakes, if I'd been present I would have spit wine out my nose laughing.
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