M&M's (?)

So mom has this book called "Career Choices" which I hate with a passion because that was the textbook thing I had in ninth grade tsa and I hated that class. But she made me take some of the quizzes and stuff in it anyway.
Being with mom during school is basically like taking tsa with Mr Galloway (only every other word out of mom's mouth isn't 'mmkay'. Think Mr Mackey from SouthPark with a southern accent: Y'cain't spend the rest uhyuh lahf workin at MACdonals, mmkay?")
Mom does a bunch of quizzes about personality types and she showed me how to fill out applications and figure out how much money i needed to make to live on my own (Why minimum wage $5.50 an hour when poverty level is $8.00 an hour?).


Malcom Gladwell is absolutely insane.
Insane like DaVinci was insane.
Insane like "Wow, I would have never thought of comparing a mamogram to WWII bomber-jets" kind of insane.
And this man has a whole book full of this stuff! Its completely and totally mind-boggling! And it makes you feel so shallow.
but you have to wonder how this guy does resesarch. It just makes you think of the strange looks he has to get at the library when he checks out "Imaging for Dummies", "The Technology of WWII", and "All About Mamograms: Early Detection Saves Lives". Imagine the speculation that must go on behind the front desk after he leaves. Either that or they've come to recognize him and his articles and think to themselves "Oh no, what weird metaphor is he coming up with now?"
I really wonder about this guy.
He really is insane.