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As I understand it, in the UK anyway, there are something three, to-be-heavily promoted, on the back of the still-to-me-anyway inexplicable success of 'Eat's Shoot's Leaves' (For non-Uk-ers, it was aboot correct punctuation, and stuff like that) books coming out this year on the subject of manners, etiquette and so on. And I imagine they'll do pretty well, in the same way that 'Men Are From Mars...' did at the time, ie, insofar as they'll restate the bleeding obvious to dramatic effect, thus reassuring a slightly crass age that isn't quite as boorish as it sometimes suspects, in its more honest moments.
Eg 'When my partner speaks to me about issues ze has, I... I don't just always go to the gin mill/smash the plates etc! Ergo, I have emotional intelligence,' in the case of MAFMWA?FV, or;
'No, I am not the sort of person to make my excuses during the hors d'ouevre section of a dinner party, and then head off into the kitchen to jack off into the hollandaise sauce, I'm more civilised than that,' as far as manners books go.
In the general run of things, as opposed to, say, on Saturday night down the Torture Garden, (although there, having said that, in particular I guess, you'd have to mind your 'P's & Q's,) isn't 'manners' simply the practice of treating others in the much the same way that you'd like to be treated yourself? Like it says in the Bible? And if so, isn't the renewed cultural emphasis (and I'd agree that there is one,) on matters related really just a sign of a culture that's apparently just totally lost its imagination?
Or to put it another way, under what circumstances, at a dinner party, is it now considered not ok to interefere, sexually, with the dessert? |
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