Lessons in Ettiquette

Chivalry's dead. We know that much.
And the days of common courtesy? Long since past.

But blunt, blatant rudeness? That's a new one.

I've always been the kind of girl to say please and thank you, hold open doors for old people, offer guests food or tea.
And that's always who I'll be. I can't abide rudeness or people who ignore these common courtesies. It's just disrespectful.

But being polite to men?
Wow, that's a minefield.

Drunk men are just complete landmines in general.
Be polite to one of them, and automatically they think "Result! I'm totally in with a shot"

Yeah.. no thanks.
So girls, ignore your p's and q's and have another drink.
I recently met a man out on one of my adventures in inebrity.
He was quite nice, Italian, but a little sleazy.

Fortunately, I'd gone past the tequila threshold and was at the point where I was speaking without thinking, and having a great time.

Believe it or not, I actually spoke the immortal words: "Get your coat love, you've pulled."
I thought this was hilarious and went about giggling to myself at my (seemingly) ironic genius.
He, however, was delighted with himself.


I'm sure we've all been privy to the company of a man suffering from octopus syndrome.

There's a simple cure, and it's not getting your friends to pretend there's an emergency, or trying to disappear to the bathroom and not come back.
No, it's very simple:
Be rude.
Be a bitch.
And no matter what, be so blunt that you'll still be laughing come morning.


Have a good one.