Hide It; Mute It

“I  wish you wouldn’t do that.”

Those words come often to my ears from others–particular others–others who wish I didn’t speak my mind, others who wish I didn’t post my honest thoughts about life, humans, and the world. These “others” are, to a body, very adept at not speaking their minds, not posting their thoughts, and at hiding their feelings on any given matter under palliative grunts and meaningless obfuscating verbiage…except around me. In a word, when it comes to speaking their true thoughts on something to someone who might not agree or like what they have to say, they’re wimps, one and all, preferring to let everyone think them in agreement.

Well, that’s not me, not my way–never has been, never will be. I’m the fresh air girl. I’m the “expose the mildew to the sunshine” person. I’m a believer that, when it comes to honesty about things I find to be important, say it straight and right out loud.

Now, that doesn’t mean that I think that some troglodyte with an I.Q. down in the 30’s needs to hear that they’re dumber than a fence post. However, when someone has the capacity to understand and comprehend, then, yes, they should be told the truth. It doesn’t have to be done cruelly, not unless they themselves deserve such treatment (Can you say ‘Palin’?). It does need to be said, though, especially when not saying something will result in further destructive behavior. To do less is a disservice to them, oneself, and to the world, in my opinion.

So, we don’t see eye to eye on this subject. But then we don’t see eye to eye on my hanging out undergarments to dry on the line, either. They think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s perfectly fine, not in the front yard, perhaps, but certainly in one’s own backyard. I mean, gee, everybody (of the right sex) wears bras, and absolutely everybody does wear underwear…or at least most do, right? I’m sure we’ve all seen these items before…in the stores, at least, true? So what’s so embarrassing?

Oddly enough, these same folks, and there are truly several I deal with regularly, don’t have a problem with me hanging out sexy lingerie, go figure. It’s the brassieres and underwear they have a problem with. It’s the honest opinions and sometimes controversial, even antagonizing, thoughts I speak they want muted.

Rude Attitudes of Entitlement

While driving yesterday evening at twilight, a pedestrian cloaked in a blue hoodie, face obscured, promenaded herself into and across a busy intersection without even a glance to check if, maybe, she might be stepping into harm’s way. She simply expected everyone to see her and stop, regardless of how much she blended with the pavement and encompassing darkness or how close their car was to where she unexpectedly launched herself into the street. RUDE. And dangerous. She could very well have wound up gravely injured or dead while ruining the life of whoever could have hit her.

I have a low tolerance for attitudes of entitlement.

I’m Supposed to Feel Bad?

I just finished reading an article about the deaths of  a couple of teens, one an 18-year-old, who were killed in an explosion of an oil tank. The White and Byrd families are wailing about their kids being killed, kids who were not only trespassing, but acting irresponsibly on someone else’s property. And now, of course, the families are suing.

First off, what kind of family allows their sons (or daughters) to trespass on a next-door neighbor’s property? (Next door, mind you, within sight and hearing of their own home.) And who are they to allow their kids to run about with guns, ATV four-wheelers, cigarette lighters, booze, and what-have-you to commit mayhem to the local flora and fauna and to destroy private property?

“Local teenagers told the police that the unfenced, unguarded property and other oil tank sites were popular hangouts for partying, shooting deer, riding four-wheelers and smoking cigarettes.”

And, I wonder, what else were these kids doing? We don’t need much imagination to guess.

Well parents, it’s the Darwin Awards for your dead offspring. You bred and raised boys who had no respect for anything or anyone, so it’s your fault they’re dead, not the neighbor property owner. You see, it is NOT okay for your kids to go onto someone else’s property to do whatever they damn well want to, to shoot off firearms and/or kill animals, tear up the land with off-road vehicles, start fires, and, generally, get into mischief. It IS, parents, your responsibility to teach and then enforce appropriate conduct and, yes, respect for both private and public property. If it ain’t yours, what are you or your offspring doing there, violating it?

I found it typical that the mom of one of the boys got herself a tattoo with a black Christian cross to commemorate her dead son. (At least she got it in the appropriate color.) I found it equally typical that at least one of the now dead hooligans was a football player, a segment of the juvenile (and adult) population, heartily encouraged by parents, relatives, and peers, who are notorious for bad behavior, bringing to our society the worst examples of bullying, arrogance, and pampered privilege–the “I’ll do what I want and get away with it, too, cuz I’m a stud, see” crowd.

Sit Down, Be Quiet and Polite, Please

I guess the British Tories are a bit upset about one of their members, one Sir Nicholas Winterton, expressing his dislike of standard class travel as opposed to first class travel. Here’s the quote from the NYTimes on what he said:

“Sir Nicholas declared in a radio interview, speaking about the relative ghastliness of people in standard-class train cars. ‘There’s lots of children, there’s noise, there’s activity. I like to have peace and quiet when I’m traveling.'”

And they say that he’s put his “posh foot” in his mouth. Really? Um, there’s nothing worse, in my opinion, that being surrounded by rude, loud people who haven’t a clue that they should keep themselves and their children quiet, well-mannered, and well-behaved when in public, whether that’s on a train, on a plane, on a bus, in a car, in a restaurant, in the park, or anywhere else, thank you. I’m in full agreement with Sir Nicholas. I prefer peace and quiet, too, not screaming kids, blabbering people, blasting music, and people in constant motion, spilling their food and drinks on me and everyone else without a thought to how their actions discomfit me and others.

The majority of people are, as Sir Nicholas said, “a totally different type of people.” They’re rude and could care less that their public brashness makes others unwilling to share the same public space. Public shouldn’t mean cacophony, chaos, and jostling. Public should mean well-mannered and reserved, respecting the space and sensibilities of others around you.

Want a Funny?

Want a funny? I was looking at some statistics to substantiate a position in an argument and came across some other interesting statistics.  Get these:

  • Most neo-conservative women buy Harlequin slurpy, wet panty pulp “romances”, not high quality books, despite all the “family values” rhetoric that spews forth from their brazen mouths.
  • Similarly, neo-conservative men are the most avid, if furtive, consumers of porn.

That’s an eye-opener.  I’ll never quite look at neo-conservatives quite the same ever again.  Here I thought they stuck to the bible as their main body of activity, literary or otherwise.