whenever a word has two possible meanings,

we're always likely to place emphasis on the unintended one.

And by we, I mean I. Going back to that stinky old issue of Marie Claire for a moment: it did have one feature I found enlightening. Identical photos of a proportional and blonde size-14 model were put on two billboards -- one billboard reading, "I think I'm sexy. Do you?" and the other, "I think I'm fat. Do you?" My response to that last question was, "God no, you're beautiful." And to the first: "Shut up, you whore." Or, since my response was firmly pre-verbal, let's say it was more like, "Not if you're the type of person who insists so." Apparently, I responded "incorrectly" to both questions. Marie Claire was trying to make a point about how our self-conception affects the way others view us -- a point confirmed by the men and women who passed by the billboards and consented to the survey. So, either the interpersonal variable of a Marie Claire intern waving a pledge-style clipboard can affect passers-by's honesty, or (or also, "and") I have a devious mind, always ready to overshoot the mark and drive round back to it for the sake of the best view. (The image that metaphor brings to mind, though, evokes something more "stubborn" than "deviant." I see a family on vacation, and everyone but the father willing to settle for the guide book-listed sights. But the father, assuming an air of vigour that grows larger with each of their complaints, always parks the car on a lonely, sloped dirt road and forces them to hike through thorn-bush for the less crowded, hence "more authentic," view.)