Ah, a man of culture, I see. Like... non-ironically. You understand my frustration will all the low-IQ pseudo-intellectuals that I run in to, on a daily basis. It's infuriating and exhausting. Like constantly explaining to kindergartners why they should stop trying to touch a red-hot coal. Eventually, you just stop caring and chuckle a little bit, to yourself, every time you see one of them screaming in pain. I hate this world.