"Sara Smile," Hall & Oates. I don't know what happened to Hall & Oates in the 1980s. Maybe it was cocaine? It's hard to say that the same band that put this song out, as well as "She's Gone," also put out "Man Eater" or "Private Eyes." There's a split-personality thing going on there.
Speaking of split personalities, I suppose I have a very romantic view of women. They are generally more tolerant and patient than us guys. If you've ever seen a mother teaching her child some frustrating menial task, like tying shoes, you get a Norman Rockwell-esque picture of the loving, nurturing mom. But there is an exception to this romantic vision, and that's when you misspell or mispronounce a woman's name. Then they turn into the Incredible Hulk and start picking up vans and ripping out trees and throwing them at you.
I had a professor in grad school who insisted on us calling her by her first name, which was Sara. I had to send her one of my papers via email and I incorrectly spelled her name, "Sarah." She responded how much she loved the paper and yeah, I got an "A," but then she chided me, "My name is 'Sara," not 'Sarah." So, even though she probably wanted to strangle me for adding the "h" to her name, she was able to overcome her personal biases and grade me fairly.
My wife's name is "Deirdre," and I've seen her throw big black Cadillacs through windows whenever somebody forgets the first "r" in her name.
For some reason, girls named "Michelle" will round-house kick you in the head if you spell their names "Michele," and vice-versa.
Girls named Catherine, Kathryn, and Katherine are nothing but trouble. NEVER mix these names up and, if you meet a woman with any of these names and don't think you can handle this, walk away. But before you do, tell them to smile.
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