My dumb idea of the day:
We should establish something like birthstones, but for men.
Instead of each month getting a gemstone, each month gets assigned a cut of meat.
January: New York Strip
February: Filet Mignon
March: Porterhouse
And so on.
You’d ask a guy his birthday and instead of saying, “Oh, you’re an amethyst,” you’d say, “Ah, February. Filet Mignon. Sensitive, expensive, and a little smaller than expected.”
I can hear the commercials already
“Celebrate his birth month with the timeless elegance of brisket.”