Mark Chance
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PowerWordDumb said:
I concur. A sharp mind is wayyyyy sexier than any pair of surgically-enhanced child-rearing glands could ever be. What is intriguing to me is that my fiancee is demonstrably very intelligent, but in very different areas than myself (logic, math, philosophy and sciences for me, artistry and boundless creativity for her), and yet I am still able to admire her intelligence for what it is, rather than devalue it for being different than I have (unfairly) judged intelligence my whole life.
I'll probably catch flak from everyone except my wife over this: I am demonstrably more intelligent than my wife. What I mean is: Tests which are reputed to measure intelligence have more to measure with me than her. That doesn't mean wife Katrina isn't bright. Quite the contrary, she is quite intelligent, but I am more well-read, have a better and more widely-ranging education than my wife, et cetera.
But, despite this, I'd never ever claim I am a better person than Katrina. In nearly every way that really matters day in and day out, my wife is head and shoulders above me.
It seems like there's not a day that goes by that Katrina doesn't quite innocently demonstrate her superiority to me and thereby manage to - at least temporarily - inspire me to be a better man.
I shudder to think how much more of a miserable wretch I'd be if I'd not married her.
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