Day 2251: What am I?

“What am I?” recently showed up on my office white board.

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What am I that I didn’t write the discussed follow-up to that question: “Chopped liver?”

What am I if I don’t explain that “What am I?  Chopped liver?” is a way some people express feeling expendable, unappreciated, and less-than.

What am I if I don’t link to this entry from knowyourphrase.com and quote this from there?

WHAT AM I, CHOPPED LIVER?

Meaning:

A rhetorical question used by a person who feels they are being given less attention or consideration than someone else.

Synonyms: None.

Origin Of ‘What Am I, Chopped Liver?’
​The origin of this phrase is not really clear. I have, however, heard of two theories that may indicate how this expression came to be. The first is that liver is not always viewed on the same level as others foods. For example, if a person is cooking a chicken, they’ll oftentimes throwaway the giblets, you know, like the liver or gizzard. Or instead of throwing the giblets away, the person will cook them, not for themselves, but for their pets to eat. Hence, since liver is not usually as desirable to eat as other foods, the expression might spring from such an idea.

Another explanation, as Wikipedia explains, is that “chopped liver was traditionally served as a side dish rather than a main course.” So the idea would be that sometimes, a person might feel like their thoughts or feelings are not being considered as fully as they should, so they feel like they are being treated as if they were a side dish.

Example Sentence(s)

1. Jake, a friend of mine, asked what my sister and I thought of his new clothes, but he seemed to specifically ignore my comments… what am I, chopped liver?

Have you read my similarly titled blog posts — Day 1313: Who am I? and Day 625: Where am I?  Why not?  What am I, chopped liver?

What are my photos, chopped liver?

 

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What is that, chopped liver?  No, it’s delicious salmon, brussels sprouts, and quinoa.

What are these videos (found here and here)? Chopped liver?

What are you, chopped liver?  No, you are my valuable and much appreciated readers, so many thanks!

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15 thoughts on “Day 2251: What am I?

  1. Couldn’t ignore your post today, Ann. You are a valued blogging friend, no chopped liver. It sure feels crummy to be disrespected or dismissed as somehow ‘less than” There are entire populations who feel this daily.

  2. No thanks on the chopped liver, Ann. Food wise, that is.

  3. Chopped liver???? It’s unbeLIVERble! (⺣◡⺣)♡*

  4. Hey, I like chopped liver, and yet I can’t get people to stop putting it down. What am I, steamed broccoli?
    Also I think part of the enduring appeal of Star Trek is it encourages us to view ourselves not just through the eyes of the other–whether Vulcans, androids, holographic doctors, or other alien species–but to see ourselves as the other. It’s our differences that make us great, which is why it’s fitting that the title of your post today reminded me of the Next Generation episode “Thine Own Self”.

    • You are neither chopped liver nor steamed broccoli. You are thine own self: the essential, enduring, and encouraging Christopher.

  5. Obrigado Ann!!!

  6. Liver is extremely underrated

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