Somewhere around 1998, a book about Einstein appeared that (according to the evening news) detailed his relationships with women, showing that he was a fairly lousy husband and father.
The woman I was dating at the time said, “I knew it! Einstein was a PIG!”
“Well, in that case,” I thought to myself, “I guess objects with mass can travel faster than the speed of light.”
We split up a week or two later — purely coincidentally, as I recall.