When i’m surrounded with a big ol’ bucket of stoopid, it is sometimes refreshing to immerse myself in the waters of intellect. i forwarded a “Ten Questions” interview with Stephen Hawking to a couple of my work colleagues, who know that i have a terrible crush on the man*.
But given that my friends also have the maturity of 12-year-old delinquent boys, so much for the waters of intellect. Naturally, the conversation converged onto this question from the interview:
Does it feel like a huge responsibility to have people expecting you to have all the answers to life’s mysteries?
I certainly don’t have the answers to all life’s problems. While physics and mathematics may tell us how the universe began, they are not much use in predicting human behavior because there are far too many equations to solve. I’m no better than anyone else at understanding what makes people tick, particularly women.
Ninjaneer: Right. So how has this guy passed himself off as a brilliant physicist when he can’t score?
RN (sending photo below): Another day solving the mysteries of the universe while getting hammered and doing a threesome. Trying to keep up with this guy is like trying to run on the ’85 Chicago Bears.
photo from here
* When sorting out the realm of “what women find attractive”, i have consistently espoused the position that my primary decision point regarding “men i would ‘do’ vs men i would not ‘do'” is intellectual horsepower. Smart is sexy to me. My friends, of course, challenged me by asking if i thought Stephen Hawking was sexy. To which i replied “not only would i ‘do’ him, but i’d ‘do’ him right there on the floor with all y’all watching!” Talk about a conversation killer….
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