I Think You’re Fat
Journalist A.J. Jacobs - writing for Esquire magazine - tries out Radical Honesty, making for some humourous encounters. An excerpt:
My wife tells me a story about switching operating systems on her computer. In the middle, I have to go help our son with something, then forget to come back.
"Do you want to hear the end of the story or not?" she asks.
"Well...is there a payoff?"
"Fuck you."
It would have been a lot easier to have kept my mouth closed and listened to her. It reminds me of an issue I raised with Blanton: Why make waves? "Ninety percent of the time I love my wife," I told him. "And 10 percent of the time I hate her. Why should I hurt her feelings that 10 percent of the time? Why not just wait until that phase passes and I return to the true feeling, which is that I love her?"
Blanton's response: "Because you're a manipulative, lying son of a bitch."
(via Jeff Atwood)
[This post had been sitting in draft for damn-near 4 months now. God knows why it took me so long to get around to publishing it; I figure it's time now.]
