Never mind the actual skill, I really find whoever knows their ropes really interesting.
As a child, I was never led to find and keep a hobby. Something I could get skills and friends through, besides the joy of doing the hobby, and I have to say that I feel the aftermath of this voidness even nowadays. Maybe that’s why I nowadays (and maybe even back in the days) my respect to those with a skill – playing an instrument, mastering the perfect cartwheel, knowing one or more programming languages, etc. – grows instantly, and so does their overall attractiveness score. There is not such a thing as a boring nerd.
And because there is a little bit of Lela in everything I do nowadays, let me just say that this is how I wish to bring her up. Respect comes from wisdom and skill (and love), not from power or fear.
(unrelated picture from our trip to Warsaw a long time ago… yeah, a few months at least)