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Journalism of Courage
You8217;re loved only twice. By your wife, that is. First, till you8217;re fully discovered. And then, if you8217;re lucky, when all the pretensions are gone. The first dose of wifely warmth usually comes with the deal called marriage. Unfortunately, it has a short shelf life. The refill, which is more enduring, the husband has to earn by the dint of his labour.
The initial affection is wearing out when your wife begins to dismiss your past achievements with 8220;So what?8221; Unfortunately, the husband reads it as: one should not rest on one8217;s laurels. Ergo, the more the wife grows tired of the feathers in his cap, the more he tries to show what a plumy peacock he is, saying, 8220;The boss thumbed up my presentation today.8221;
Wiser, one experimented with sincere self-deprecation for a week mouthing 8220;What an insufferable wretch I am8221; at suitable intervals. But rather than melting the ice, such laments only drew frosty 8220;Didn8217;t I know that!8221; looks. Was the survey faulty or had
I got it all wrong? To make sure, I retrieved the report from the pile of old newspapers and read it in its entirety this time. Its last paragraph said, 8220;The technique self-deprecation should not be attempted by those who are already unpopular as it could make 8216;low-status individuals8217; appear 8216;more pathetic8217; than they did before.8221;
