You've never seen a man sitting in a college class holding a giant green novelty pencil, trying to take notes? I actually had a professor that, when someone forgot a pen/pencil, they'd have to write with the classroom's giant pencil.
I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.