Oh no, askye! I hope the antibiotics do their thing!

I just told someone that being too proud of their IQ score is like the long-form version of being proud about drawing the clock or naming the animals. Sometimes saying what really comes to mind feels great, especially with the added bonus of taking a swipe at ableism.(I hate that some on the blue team never get beyond "We're rubber and you're glue.") That said, I may not be as amused if I'm still taking heat a week from now. But I think it had to be said.ETA: I also feel like I need to make amends for my years as Little Miss Exceptional and bragging about mine, but I was a kid that mostly only my parents and me expected stuff from till somebody found it. Kind of like that singing frog in the cartoons, except it took a long time to realize that sometimes "ribbit," really is the smartest, kindest play. And, even a cursory glance at the history of testing can show they are designed to discriminate...no adults that are trying to be freedom fighters should use/need that as a flex. wow, askye...Rocky was a biter who took things out on my mom when he got mad. She used to soak wounds like that in epsom salts.(Grandma was big on frontier-type remedies.)