I would like to share with you this series of letters, after which
I would like to make a very important point,which could save, if
not lives, then a great deal of agita down the line.
What do you
think of someone who wears white pants after Labor Day?
I think you
need to get a life and stop wasting my time. God bless, Donna
Why are you
so mean to people? Feelings Hurt, Lost Valley
the question. God bless, Donna
Why are you
such a ball buster? Steamed, Lost Valley
try again, God bless, Donna
Why are you
such a P*******? UNPRINTABLE, Lost Valley
Same to you.
God bless, Donna
here's my point. Polite is all well and good, and I am all for it,
in situations when it can't do any harm. But polite has its downside.
Take the above jamoke question about who wears what pants
when. There are so many ways that question is wrong, let me tell
you two. First, who cares, if this sort of thing bothers you, you
must be living in a dream world. Second, who would write in to ME
of all people about said question, I'll tell you who, CLUELESS,
that's who. So, a polite answer from me in this regard would give
a completely wrong impression, which is to say, the impression that
I care or think this issue is worth more than one second of the
precious minutes I have left on this earth.
don't waste my time or yours with baloney.
I heard you
speak at the ladies auxiliary last month, when you talked about
nine times out of ten, and it was beautiful, I cried, it was from
the heart. God bless. But I had a question
you said nine times
out of ten, crazy goes further than muscle. I don't get it.
A fan, Mattituck
What I mean
to say is that the muscle guys are usually just that, muscle. And
by muscle guys, I mean anyone with weight to throw - maybe they're
loud, maybe they're big, maybe they're flush, whatever. And so they
get used to people bowing down to them, just like that, after a
while no need to even flex, just give a look that says, I'm the
muscle guy, I call the shots. Along comes a person who is crazy-
which to a muscle guy is someone who doesn't give two about who
has muscle and who doesn't, this throws everything off. Threats
don't work, and the muscle guy might have to do something. Nine
times out of ten, they don't want to, it's too messy, too much trouble,
and the muscle guy gives. But this is where savvy comes in.. knowing
which is the nine times and which is the tenth. My uncle Rocco's
goddaughter Carolina confused this when she mocked the masculinity
of the fiancé of her neighbor's obnoxious daughter at the
bachelorette party. We are still sending casseroles over.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Monk is a full time faculty member of Penn State University, where
she teaches creative writing, both fiction and non fiction. She
pursues freelance writing, authoring plays and feature articles.
She has broken nearly as many rules of family as she has enforced.
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