First, Joe Wilson. Sure, there's a long-standing tradition of booing, grumbling, sour face-making, and general low-volume kvetching from both sides of the aisle. (P.S. I hate that phrase. Ban it.) But we do not yell at our President while he is making an important address. No, we do not. Rude!
Days later, Kanye. I'm not much of a Taylor Swift fan: while I believe she's genuinely talented, her kind of talent grates at me. However, she's behaved admirably in the public spotlight, and as she's from my hometown, I do hear the occasional report from the locals that she's a genuinely nice person. Still, I don't care if she's a coked-up skank. You don't climb up on a stage when it's not your turn, interrupt, and then insult the person standing there. Rude!
Today, a double-dose: my neighbor turns his radio up to 11 and Cabana Boy's co-worker can't get her iPhone back because the woman who found it won't return the messages they're sending.
Is there no consideration for other people anymore? And this doesn't even include the "innocuously rude:" the bored waitstaff at Alley's, every single driver going south on 95, the preoccupied desk attendant at the gym. We're so used to being given a gruff attitude or crappy service that these things hardly register.
Rude behavior was not tolerated when I was a child. One did not sass one's parents, or one had one's mouth smacked. You were taught to behave in stores, sit quietly at restaurants, and in general to not be a brat. Say what you want about my father, but he has manners. He is as polite and as gracious as he can possibly be. Probably because his father would have kicked the living crap out of him if he had disobeyed.
Which brings me back to Joe Wilson of South Carolina. A Southern boy without manners? That's just unheard of. Unless this really is a race thing after all? But that's a post for a different day. Until then, please enjoy this freakishly cute cat picture. Thank you.
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