In college, I had a structural analysis class. The professor was young, and appeared to think of himself as being pretty impressive. When I dropped the class I told him he wasn’t as impressive as he thought, and I provided explicit examples of why I’d reached that conclusion. Although quite taken aback, he apparently took the critique to heart and changed certain key behaviors.
At one point in my career I turned down an employee for a promotion. As one of the strongest candidates competing for it, he did not understand why he had not been successful. When he inquired why events had transpired as they had, the next 45 minutes were spent explaining what he needed to remedy.
Critiques can go both ways. Several years ago I let my beard grow out. I kept it trim and neat, and several (considerably) older women were quite complimentary of it, but I remained uncertain about its aesthetics the whole time. One day soon thereafter, my wonderful (and blisteringly honest) wife confirmed my uncertainty when she looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it just isn’t working.”
There are times when one must be bold enough to have that brutally honest conversation with others. It makes you wonder if anybody ever had one with Lee Iacocca about his TC by Maserati.
This car has rightfully earned Deadly Sin status, as you can see here. The money of many people shopping for a domestic convertible between 1988-1991 went for the TC’s down-market and almost look-alike Chrysler LeBaron cousin. The TC was indeed the highest-priced K-car of them all.