I fully admit that I'm not the brightest bulb on the planet. While I may not be 300 watts, I'm certainly more than 60 watts. I'm not a college graduate--by circumstance--not by choice. I do have a certificate from a great business college which will have to do.
I admit to being more than a little self-conscious about my lack of education and "wattage" because of some of the circles I've traveled in my lifetime. Having said that, it was ingrained in me from birth, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Internet Explorer works for me. It's not broken. I have no desire to fix what isn't broken. I don't have gadgets like Blackberries, ipads, and whatchamacallits. I don't own a cell phone, nor do I want one. I admit that I didn't replace my old DOS computer until nobody knew how to fix it anymore (not that long ago). I buy technology (as well as cars, clothes, shoes, and everything else I own) with the intention of using it until it dies. I use computer programs until they stop working for what I need them to do.
Last night, someone was taking a social media poll about what Internet connection (I guess that's the right terminology) that people were using. This person never told us why he was taking the poll. I responded that I use Internet Explorer. I'm sure he got a good belly laugh from that one. He obviously already knew what I did not hear until today. Apparently, according to some "study," Internet Explorer users are supposed to have very low intelligence. Thanks, ever so much, sir, for making me look like a total jerk!
I've been quite annoyed all day (partly because I'm suffering from an ear infection, and partly because of the admitted self-consciousness about not being a college graduate, or a 300 watt bulb). After a doctor's appointment (and drugs), I'm finally beginning to see the humor in this. I'm also wondering which one of Internet Explorer's competitors paid for that study. I've also considered that I really do have a lifetime of habitual, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," attitudes, so I think I'm okay with it for now--or maybe it's the drugs kicking in.
If there is a way to make me feel stupid, someone out there will find it. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.