I guess I should feel some kind of guilt about this, but honestly? I don't. This was decades ago, back when I was just a kid in my first real design job, and my creative director—let's call him Arthur—was just... he was a lot, you know? He had this way of hovering over your shoulder, just breathing, and then he’d point at a serif and say it looked like a "tired old man" or something equally ridiculous.