There isn’t any Cecil Adams. There never was any Cecil Adams. There never will be any Cecil Adams.
Cecil Adams is the concoction of his so-called “editor,” Ed Zotti.
Take note of the PAST biographical information “Cecil” has written. It is the bio of a now middle-aged man who grew up in an Italian neighborhood in Chicago; the info often contains the sentiments of someone who is far more likely to be named “Ed Zotti” than he would “Cecil Adams.”
I say “take note of the PAST biographical info” because after I wrote Ed Zotti last year with this playful accusation, Cecil’s “biographical” info suddenly changed character… and there seems now to be much less of it.
The name “Cecil” is not particularily probable for an American baby-boomer, which is roughly the time period of Cecil’s birth. It might be U.K. or even Canadian, but that name wasn’t very popular among Angloismas in that time period either.
Let’s say that it’s a made-up name. I have actual friends whose real surname is Adams. One family of them are descended from the Presidents Adams, and the other, god knows who. I also grew up with lots of Italian buddies, some of whom are still best pals.
I happen to be a full-blooded white type whose ancestors fought in the American Revolution. I am so white on both sides of my family that we have never needed toilet paper, tho’ some relative may have made a fortune manufacturing it. And my best pal is an Italian American. So there are homey details “Cecil” has written now and then that don’t make genetic sense to my ken.
My more literate Italian pals like to make up “white” sounding names. “Cecil Adams” is just about right for someone not utterly familiar with how “white” people think in the herd. What genuine whitebread Adams would name his kid “Cecil” within the past 60 years? Or, frankly, within the time period that “Cecil B. DeMille” reigned as a household name?
There are many various other reasons that make the authenticity of a human being named “Cecil Adams” somewhat improbable as well. “The world’s smartest men” don’t write like that. Their writing is more likely to seem somewhat incomprehensible to us “teeming millions.” “Cecil’s” writing really DOES sound like someone pretty smart who grew up in a neighborhood where there was lots of chat in the vernacular… lots of hearty articulating and customary reversion to humor and sardonicism to make a point.
As I read these threads waiting for one more truly worthy subject to debate, I often come across remarks people have made that suggest that, if perhaps despite themselves, they too suspect that Cecil Adams is just a concoction for a newspaper column.
There is less probability of there being a real and true-born Cecil Adams than there is of being an actual Santa Claus. Let’s clear this up now, before Ed Zotti III has the teeming gullibles fooled about there being a 150-year-old “World’s Smartest Man” off in the future.
By the way, Jill, you’re fulla crap about the AIDS thing for which you irrelevantly shut down a decent debate. I was there and you weren’t. But the point here is, there is no Cecil Adams.