There used to be standards about acceptable behavior. What was said between friends when their parents or the children weren’t around versus what might be said at the dining room table. What was said in public versus what was said in the barracks. The difference between public and private is no longer blurred – it’s gone. And I openly admit that my foul mouth has contributed, right along with everyone else, to its demise.
But I do have to question a few things. When did it become okay to wear a tee shirt with the “F” word into a restaurant for dinner? When did it become okay to stand in line at a bank and discuss your sexual conquest from the night before? When did it become okay to talk about erectile dysfunction during family hour on television? And don’t even get me started on the people that talk on their phones (’cause we all know how important they are) while in line, in restaurants, or at the movies! When did everyone’s personal rights become more important than those of the people surrounding them?
And heaven forbid you say anything about that behavior. My husband politely asked the young man in the bank to hold it down because there were ladies present, and got a rant from this crap bucket about his right to say whatever he wanted. Managers of restaurants and retail stores say nothing because someone has told them that “the customer is always right.”
It would be really easy to blame it on television. The first time Arnold smarted off to Mr. Drummond and the first airing of The Simpson’s may have sounded the alarm for the end of the polite child. But it isn’t their fault. It’s ours. We didn’t teach our children (or our friends) what was acceptable or polite, or the difference between public and private.
And now, we’ve crossed to the dark side where we may not be able to change some of those things. Parents now face being brought up on abuse charges for delivering a well-deserved smack on the butt to a brat. Restaurant and store managers face being fired for asking people to control their children or asking them to leave because their dress or behavior is offensive to other diners.
Let me be clear – I would happily eat out in a restaurant that had a no-kids section. I hate going into a brew-pub and finding a mess of kids in the place because they’re allowed in since food is served. Really! Let’s take the kids to the bar with us? Is there no safe place? I don’t want to sit in the bar and listen to your kid scream. What is this? Date night for the people who are so dysfunctional they wouldn’t even qualify to get on Jerry Springer? I hate to tell you people – most of us don’t like your kids. We don’t think they’re cute. We’re just sorry you didn’t have to have a license to reproduce – you wouldn’t have qualified and we’d have had a nice meal without them and you. And if you’re going to ignore them – why not leave them home unattended rather than inflicting them on us!
If you are the type of parent that needs me to stand in front of the security camera as a blind so you can smack your brat – I’m here for you. If you aren’t going to control your brat – don’t call me – we aren’t friends.
I would also happily pay a little extra to eat in a place where I didn’t have to see every girls bra straps or whale tail, muffin top, bare midriff, cottage cheese thighs in short-shorts, men’s underwear – or worse – their butt cracks, and tee shirts with the “F” word. I’d also pay a little more for a restaurant that banned cell phone use completely. No ring tones, no texting, no checking your mail, and no talking to someone loudly on the phone while everyone else is forced to put up with your rude and insensitive behavior. Unless it’s a sports bar, I’d also be happy to go to a place that didn’t have a television. It’s hard to talk to people sitting across from you when they keep looking at the TV or their Facebook news feed.
But the simple fact is, the boundaries have changed and we must now live with a good bit of behavior that would have earned most of us a whipping when we were younger. There’s no way to go back in time to a kinder and gentler society – that ship has sailed. But there is always time to choose how you behave, what your boundaries are, and who you will associate with.
Here endeth the rant!