The funny thing I was gonna mention that didn’t fit into the stuff below —

I’ve been reading a book on career advice and whatnot. In it the author, Anne Fisher, who writes an advice column for Fortune magazine, makes a crack about office politics. She says something about a stiletto and instructions on its best use between the third and fourth ribs. Or something like that.

I mention it only because here’s a woman, one could surmise, is pretty savvy in the ways of businesses and all if she’s giving career advice for a top business magazine. She’s also a writer.

She metaphorically mentions stabbing. In fact, she very specifically mentions stabbing into a human body and where exactly the blade should slide and what type of blade it is.

And, you know what? I’m pretty fucking absolutely positively sure, no pinhead at Fortune or her publisher’s office made her go for a psych evaluation to prove she’s not a violent threat. You know why? Because it would be fucking ludicrous.

Metaphor does not equal violence.

Sometimes, I hate my life and the many adventures in which I seem to fall.