I am a member of an elite group of individuals who favor brains over beauty and intelligence over… well, something I can’t think of right now (because its 9am on a Sunday, or I just have the dumb today). I digress. I confess: I have a big forehead. There’s nothing I can do about it; its just there, gleaming in the moonlight or reflecting the harsh rays of the sun into your silly eyes under your normal-sized foreheads. It seems to say, “hey, watch out, there’s a super...
