queens and chicken
One day, as the story goes, the queen of england was faced with yet again a formal dinner. In front of her was a chicken drumstick, elegantly done of course, but there it was. Something must have snapped, because she quite naturally picked it up with her fingers to eat it, like anyone sensible would do at home. All of a sudden, it was "done." Millions of editions of emily post were revised.
A similar thing happened to me today from reading the MS jobsblog. They posed the question, how do you carefully and reasonably present yourself as a third party for recruiting in an e-mail. I thought about the problem, wrote a comment, and then today it happened. I got an e-mail that I would ordinarily have trashed. It made all the mistakes everyone discussed. But I considered the poor recruiter's perspective and said what the heck, I replied.
So all of a sudden it's "done."