Manners
Monday, November 12th, 2007What happened to manners? How did we, as a society, lose the awareness of what’s appropriate and what isn’t?
I have Mount Rushmore growing on my chin. Sure, I could have called in sick, but to me it’s silly to stay home because of a pimple. We all get them, it’s a fact of life. And it’s actually gone down from it’s peak puffiness. I did stay home from a party on Saturday night because of it. Nobody would have given me a little tickle tickle out of fear that a volcano might erupt all over them.
But this morning I was chatting it up with a co-worker.
“How was your weekend,” I asked.
“It was fine. What do you have on your chin?”
WTF? Who does that? Who calls out the obvious? That’s like telling a burn victim, “Um, I think you missed a spot with your blush this morning.”
Small imperfections like a pimple, or a little redness, even a tiny bit of swelling, are things you just don’t call out on people. You acknowledge them to yourself, even talk to someone about them behind the victim’s back, but never call them out to the poor victim of the imperfection.
Manners have gone the way of the dogs, my friends. I encourage everyone that reads this to open the door for somebody today, say something nice to someone ugly, help an old lady across the street. You’ll feel better for it.
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I’m going to a taping of “Dancing with the Stars” tonight. Watch the show, you might see me in the audience!
I must confess, I’ve never actually seen the show. Well, at least not a full episode. I do enjoy Marie Osmond though (as previously mentioned in a past blog entry). She’s sort of the Queen Mormon, you know. Almost every religion has their celebrity. The Catholics got Mel Gibson, Scientologists have Tom Cruise, the Baptists got Whitney Houston. But the best religious celebrity connection, Richard Gere and the Buddhists! They really lucked out, didn’t they? Gere might be 40 years older than me, but I would totally shave my head and wear a blanket just in the off chance that Gere might actually touch me.