Guys who mention their martial arts belts during casual conversations:
Maybe it reminds me of a certain one-credit college PE course I took in which forty overweight guys decided that they’d learn Aikido so that they could become badasses. At the time, I needed one elective credit to graduate and so I was willing to put up with a very sweaty man trying to break my arm for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday evening from 5:00 to 6:50.
Anyways, I find it revolting when a guy mentions his martial arts belt during casual conversation. It usually goes like this:
I say, “Bill, you wanna split another pitcher of beer.”
“Yes,” Bill nods, “but maybe I shouldn’t. I’ve got a brown belt.”
“A what?” I’m confused.
“A brown belt.” He nods and squinches his eyebrows like he’s telling me bad news. “See,” he says, “I have a brown belt in karate.”
“Oh,” I say, “So you don’t want another beer?”
“No, I mean it’s fine. I want it. It’s just that I don’t want to get too crazy. You understand. My fists are like lethal weapons. I’ll probably have to register them or something.”
End of rant.