Showing posts with label etiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label etiquette. Show all posts

RUDE AWAKENING: Hello, Pot. I'm Kettle. Nice to meet You!



As the natural born critic of all things and all people and the self-appointed blogger on bad behavior, I realized yesterday that I was falling down on the job in my own big-ole glass house.

I'm quick to give other mothers the side-eye when their child is acting a fool in public. I don’t hesitate to rant about lax parenting when I see young children walking the streets after dark when they should be in bed. It's easy to point out the shortcomings of parents. Everyone does it- even people who don't have kids.

Yesterday, however, as I watched my daughter eat her vegetables with her fingers, I realized that I hadn't been handling my business at home. My child obviously was sorely lacking in the table etiquette department and I had no one to blame but my-stone-throwing-self.

Turning the mirror on me was tough but reminded me that most of us are learning as we go and trying to be better parents. Some of us are better at it than others, but I bet no one looks at their adorably smushed-faced newborn baby and says, "I'm going to do everything I can to screw this kid up."

We start out with all of the best intentions. We have a long list of the things we absolutely won't do that our mothers, fathers, friends, co-workers and/or the parents being carted off to jail on the evening news did. We have an even longer list of all of the superhuman parent things we are going to do like reading Tolstoy to them at 3 months, banning television, video games and sweets and saving $1,000 a month for their college fund. (What? Harvard is expensive.) Then there’s the most important list – all of the things we want our child to be, see and do before, during and after they grow up.

Nowhere on my list did it say I wanted my child to eat like she has been raised by wolves. Yet there she was....fingers dripping with string bean juice.

So, I decided today that I'm going to cut myself and other parents some slack. After all, I don't have this parenting thing figured out yet and I've been at it for 10 and a half years. Hell, I'm sure my mother still has questions.

Even so, my daughter and I made an impromptu trip to the library today and checked out an etiquette book for kids. I'm going to do my best to make time to read it with her. My hope is that the time we spend together learning the proper way to break bread will go a long way toward creating the strongest mother-daughter bond EVER! I believe that’s #327 on my list.

Men Behaving Badly

Its summer time and that brings out all kinds of ridiculously rude behavior. The more people are out on the streets, the more opportunities to act a damn fool – men especially. Summer only lasts about four minutes in Chicago, so I have to hurry up and address some of the most egregiously rude behavior exhibited by the male species.

Here are few tips for MEN to help them avoid being ignorant and disrespectful this summer:

1. Stop trying to ‘holla’ at women from passing cars (even worse from the bus stop.) Does this really work on anyone? If a woman responds to this ignorance, you don’t want her any.
2. Stop holding up traffic to do it. This is a double dose of ignorance. Your horny-ness should not inconvenience other drivers!
3. Realize that every female in booty shorts and belly shirts is not legal. In fact, these days most are not. There is nothing more pathetic than watching grown men harass these little hot-tail girls whose only summer jobs appear to be walking up and down busy streets half-naked looking for suckers to buy their cheap clothes. Unless you want to catch a case – criminal or VD – leave them alone.
4. Young boys - stop saying “Age doesn’t matter, baby” when you approach a grown woman with your immature foolishness. No woman with any sense is trying to be bothered with little boys who can’t even pull up their pants and who wear the same colored beads on their (yuck) braids as their seven-year-old daughter.
5. By the way, men. Stop wearing beads on braids. Not Sexy!
6. If a woman gives you the tight-lipped “Hi” with no eye contact when you approach, move along. She’s not interested!
7. Looking a woman up and down, grunting or making a lewd comment is not a compliment. It’s rude. Stop it!
8. If you do approach us, do not touch us in any way. No calculated bumps. No arm strokes. No hand grabbing. No touching! PERIOD.
9. Last but definitely not least: DO NOT TRY TO MACK US DOWN IN FRONT OF OUR CHILDREN! It’s so not OK!
10. The final tip is for women: Don’t respond to any of this foolishness! You make it hard for the rest of us who have some damned sense.
Ladies, did I leave anything off the list? Men, does this behavior actually work?

RUDE NEWS: Smoking Woman Acts A Fool On Plane & Faces 20 Years

A New York woman (who apparently has been living under rock somewhere) got drunk on a flight to San Francisco, lit up a cigarette and punched a male flight attendant. Her shenanigans forced the pilot to make an unscheduled stop in Denver to have her carted off to jail. She's now facing 20 years in prison and a $250,000 fine.

They should sentence her ignorant butt to an ass whipping by her fellow passengers, who were forced to smell her noxious cigarette smoke, listen to her racist tirades and be inconvenienced by the two-hour delay she caused. Just like the classic comedy movie "Airplane", everyone who was on the flight should be able to line up outside the courthouse for a chance to get a piece of that rude, ridiculous fool. I'd go old school and bring a "switch" just like my grandma used. (That's a thin, flexible tree branch with a mean ricochet effect, for you Time-Out Tots.)



What would you bring to the Ass-whipping Party?

Hell's Kitchen: Deliciously Rude

RUDE REALITY: "Hell's Kitchen" is arguably the rudest show on television. Call me a hypocrite but I can't get enough of it. I'm not as fascinated with Chef Gordon Ramsey who, despite going out of his way to be abusive, actually is more funny to me than intimidating. (I've heard more menacing expletive-filled rants from my grandmother who I love dearly.) I am far more intrigued by the culinary lab rats who sign up each season to be humiliated over hot stoves on national television. I'm fascinated by the human drama that ensues when people throw their dignity and morals out of the window for a little slice of fame and a chance for a head chef job at one of Ramsey's restaurants.

I must admit I naturally was rooting for the sistah, Jen, to win. But that was weeks ago before she started shaming the sistahood by lying repeatedly and throwing everyone - even the lone brotha, Bobby - under the bus at every stop. She was sent home last night and I couldn't feel bad because any self-respecting sistah knows damn well "God don't like ugly." Plus her voice bugged me and her attitude was setting us back. I would have had more respect for her if she had followed the stereotype and cursed Chef Ramsey out whenever he called her stupid, lazy and slow. That would have seemed less slimy.

The show will probably lack most of its flavor for me now that Lying Jen and Brotha Bobby are both gone. The entire premise of the show makes me have to ask you though. Sure, we curse people out and are even ready to throw some 'bows when confronted by blatant rudeness and ignorance on the street, in the club and even at Thanksgiving dinner. How much are you willing to dish out or swallow for fast fame and a plump paycheck?