Excerpt of a scene from Medusa's lair last night -or- (One of) The (Many) Problem(s) with Essentialism -or- Outperforming the Victim of His Own Ethos*

Medusa: Take your brutal honesty elsewhere. It's not working for me.

Might as well call him Perseus at this point: But it's who I am.

Medusa: Yeah. Good luck with that.

Perseus exits stage left.

*Not a scene from either of The Apprentices, although you are right to note that I am behaving as some kind of frightening combination of Martha and The Donald (which, come to think of it, would have made a fine Halloween costume).