I'm reminded of an old sci-fi story where a dad is warning his earthling daughter about dating a Martian (yes, it's that old and dusty!) because though she can try to keep the guy off her, Martians have four arms and will be able to get to her breasts, anyway. Something about being forewarned not being equivalent to four-armed. It's also been a dog's age since I read the story, so it's lost a bit of cachet in the interim.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
