THE VERY IMAGE OF GRAVITAS
Usually it's a woman who makes that comment.
Proving that not all females hate smokers, or are insane. There actually are a substantial number who do not resemble batshit broads from Berkeley at all, and do not have meltdowns at the concept of someone enjoying America's oldest cash crop in a civilized manner.
IT REMINDS ME OF MY FATHER
Sometimes people say that a pipe adds an air of authority, an image of wisdom and knowledge, and the appearance of gravitas.
Again, that's usually women too.
Men don't say much. Other than to remark that they tried it, failed, and now feel hopelessly inadequate. Which is accurate; if they afterwards they took up cigars instead, they ARE inadequate.
They have a lot to make up for.
Unfortunately, most cigar smokers have opinions which are, in the main, absurdly unrealistic and almost impossibly out of whack with any rational thought processes. That giant turd-sceptre in their mouth short-circuits the synapses, and scrambles brain waves.
Plus they go cross-eyed tracking the insect they thought they saw crawl out of the cigar before the burning cone reached its nest.
Cheroots = bugs, brainfarts, and crazy ideas.
I stole the picture above from the internet.
It's Betrand Russell, in case you were wondering. It's axiomatic that he would be persona non-grata in Berkeley. He represents the intellectual dictatorship of well-educated old white males.
That's considered déclassée.
On the other hand, most people in Berkeley have never even heard of him, would not understand his writings, and could not spell his name anyway. But they know how to spell 'vegan', 'sainthood', 'green', 'imperialism', 'revolution', and other essential words......
There used to be tobacco in Berkeley.
Plus brains, and normal women.
Now there is tofu.
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