How to know when you've "made it"

There have been a few times in the past when I've contemplated on the meaning of "it" and exactly what "it" is. Usually I rely on some lyrics from an old tune by "Faith No More". This (almost) isn't one of those times.

Earlier this afternoon, as I snugged my earbuds into my ears (obviously, where else do you think I'd put them? -- wait, don't answer that.) I heard my noontime friend Dan Cole mentioning a familiar name. (No, it wasn't mine) It was the name of a writer whose website I frequent. It was none other than Joe Peacock (aka Joe The Peacock). The attention he was getting during this noon hour was due to a blog post of his related to "The Etymology of Human Male Non-Verbal Communications (or, Why Men Fist-Bump)". I immediately read Joe's post in its entirety for two reasons. (Incidentally, being mentioned on 50,000 watts of AM radio on the opposite end of the country is knowing someone has made it. So if you were waiting for the gist of the story, you found it. If you want to know more, read on.)

The first reason I read it was because I am always curious what Joe Peacock has to say as his writing here is some of the best I've ever read when it comes to short stories. The second reason for me instant curiosity is that I'm vehemently opposed to fist bumping. It's an abnoxious rite of being a man that I have stood by and only slipped up on one time and the empty bottle of Jack Daniels will tell you exactly why I slipped up. Obviously I was not alone in my curiosity judging by the number of comments Mr. Peacock's post received.

Am I alone in the readership here in this little slice of heaven in hating the fist bump? Hopefully, dear fist bumpers of the world, I have made you rethink this childish man tradition. Go do something more productive like farting in your buddy's face like us mature guys do.