Why Do We Put Up With These People?
Mamacita says: If someone could please tell me why we should continue to put up with, ie enable, adults who feel they’ve somehow got a right to be jerks in public, I’d appreciate knowing.
I’m not talking about people who start World Wars or draw blood. I’m talking about people who get in the 20 items line with a mounded cartful. I’m talking about people who cut the line or save places for people thus enabling them to cut the line. I’m talking about people who park in the handicapped spot without a plate or hangar. I’m talking about people who let their kids open packages and play with toys that aren’t theirs and then leave them at the checkout. I’m talking about people who send their kids to the toy department to sit on the floor, open things, and play, while Mommy shops. I’m talking about people who eat and drink in a store, or, worse, let their kids eat and drink in a store, leaving a sticky, crumbly trail that would have led Hansel and Gretel right straight back home. I’m talking about people who bring dinner in crackly bags to the theater, and hold conversations through the movie. I’m talking about people who talk loudly on cell phones in public places. I’m talking about litterbugs, and tailgaters, and adults who have temper tantrums pretty much anywhere. I’m talking about people who scream at the little teenage checkout girl because she can’t take their expired coupons, or really for any reason. (Do they really believe it’s her problem, or is she just handy and an easy target?)
(I saw that last one just yesterday. A lady woman melted down at the cash register because the cashier couldn’t take ALL of her coupons for one purchase. She totally showed the entire store what kind of person she was, screaming “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! and banging the counter with her fist. On the bright side, the manager opened up another register since that one was, um, busy trying to handle the tantrum-throwing adult woman who, since she was a proven idiot, I don’t mind saying that she was also immensely obese, ugly, and her mother had dressed her funny.) (I do not think such thoughts about nice people.)
I am all for cutting small children slack, but adults? When it comes to public behavior? No. I tend to be meaner than a shithouse snake when it comes to passing judgment on adults who behave like a Willy Wonka golden ticket winner in public places.
Am I unreasonable? I don’t think so. Public places merit cooperation among those who choose to go there, and that means using our public manners, which should be extremely good, even extraordinary, manners. I have VERY little tolerance for adults who make the choice to misbehave in public. And by “very little” what I really mean is “none.” I despise adults who don’t act politely in public.
You know. . . . jerks. Bad people. Idiots. Morons. Nasty people who ruin experiences for nice people. Entitled people who feel they’re somehow above the rules. Adults who believe they’re exceptions, and should be able to do whatever they want. Grown men and women who demand more than their fair share of, well, anything.
Am I perhaps a little bit TOO mean towards such people?
No, actually, I don’t think I’m mean enough.
And if you want to argue with me about this issue, I might as well add this: I would totally shop exclusively at any store that had the guts and gumption to approach these people and require them to do “it” right, whichever “it” the stupid person was violating, and escort them out if they refuse. And I would really, REALLY enjoy it if the store called the police and pressed charges against these people when they refused to behave.
P.S. I hope they start with the people who feel their business is so important that they’ve got the right to go through the 20 items line with that mounded cartful. I really, really despise those people. I’d hate to have their nerve in a tooth.
P.P.S. I’m not really a mean person. I’m just sick and tired of society putting up with mean, selfish, childish adults in public. The more we put up with them, the meaner and more entitled they’ll get.
I maintain that nice people should trump mean people. Everywhere. In everything.
Bring it on. Tell us why you’re the exception.
You Are Santa Claus. Do Your Job.
Mamacita says: Whether or not you celebrate Christmas has nothing whatsoever to do with being Santa Claus for someone. Call it whatever you wish: just call it something, and go forth and do it. Letting your soul curl up into a ball of resentment because YOUR religion, or lack of such, doesn’t “do” Christmas is a waste of time, a waste of emotion, a waste of heart, a waste of zeal, and a waste of YOU.
“Charity” doesn’t mean “giving to the poor and needy;” it means LOVE, and love covers all bases. Using a belief system to rationalize your own personal whatevers is a cop-out, plain and simple. There are people out there who need you, and to walk on by because they said or did something that “offended” you is . . . okay, I’ll say it: it’s evil. Selfish and evil.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other? — George Eliot
The three stages of man:
1. He believes in Santa Claus
2. He doesn’t believe in Santa Claus
3. He IS Santa Claus.
That struck me as being funny, and true. And also, even, a little bit sad, and I’m not sure why. Poignancy is always a combination of emotions, and knowing something wonderful is temporary makes us sad, even while we revel in it.
I am Santa Claus. And I do NOT want to ever let the people I love down, at Christmas or any other time. But I also realize that the people we love most have the most potential for hurting. And for being hurt. Any people who are emotionally involved have tremendous power over each other. I hope we all try to use that power only for good.
You know, like Superman. Superman used his powers for good. Unless he was under the influence of kryptonite, in which case he became a flying armageddon. I’ve met many human kryptonite chunks, working tirelessly to promote only their own beliefs and working just as tirelessly to tear down everybody else’s. They work so hard at destroying that they’ve no time left for building up.
Let us never allow the influence of ‘something else’ to turn us into anything other than good.
“Something else” being possibly another person, or just, something else. “Under the influence” is “under the influence,” whatever outside ‘something else’ is influencing us.
You are Santa Claus for someone. Do not let them down. The people you know, the people you love, the people you know AND love, and people you don’t even know, need you to be Santa Claus. Nameless, faceless children need you. They need you badly. If you’ve got a biscuit, please give someone half.
No belief system in the universe is a reason NOT to be Santa for someone.
And if you are a person who does not believe in this mysterious spirit of generosity we call Santa Claus, then, um, uh, hmmm. . . . . okay, I’ll say it. You are stupid. Grow up and become Santa Claus. Somewhere out there is a child who desperately needs your powers. It might be your own child, or it might be a stranger’s. What difference does it make what child it is? Get out there and make someone happy. Or, at least, happier. Make a difference. Ho ho ho.
I’ll go even farther: If you are the kind of person who gets all huffy and offended and indignant because someone dared to wish you well in a language not suited to your personal belief system, shame on you. You’re angry because someone DARED wish you well? How dare YOU!!!!! How dare you throw someone’s sincere good wishes back into his/her face!!!!!
Now, get out there and make someone happy. If you have no children, go borrow some.
Life is so fleeting; why waste any of it in offended huffiness? We should all be trying our best to add to life, not suck the wonder out of it.
Oh, and fair warning: if you don’t like the tone of this post, suck it up. It’s the first of many, this season, because easily offended people are one of my favorite targets.
They’re the whiny kid on the playground who is good for a show every time he/she doesn’t get his/her own way.
Is that you? I hope not. Such reactions are ugly in a child, but even uglier in an adult. But if it is, I’ll say it again: shame on you.
Santa is a symbol, a representation of a person who lives to help others. He’s a role model for us all.
Bring it on.

I See Stupid People
Mamacita says: It worries me that so many of our students don’t have enough schema to make simple connections – at least, what were once considered simple connections.
You know. Those people, places, events, and stories that EVERYBODY knows?
Or, rather, these days, knew. . . .
The universe is incomprehensible only to those who don’t have any imagination, and imagination is available only to those with the ability to make connections.
I’ll go a step further, so get your dukes ready to put up.
After a certain age, the ability to make connections is dependent on one’s personal choices.
Small children are prisoners in their homes, and must rely on their parents, or other adults, for their surroundings and what they’re exposed to. Good parents, of course, make sure their children are surrounded by fairy tales, nursery rhymes, stories of all kinds, poetry, plays, lively discussion that requires knowledge and invites participation, encouragement, sharing, generosity, etc. Poor parents set their kids in front of the TV and go about their business.
It is only by exposure to the universe that we can hope to make sense of it, and discover that sense is the least of it.
The more we know, the more we CAN know. This requires vocabulary.
The more words we know, the more connections we can make. The more connections we can make, the more we can understand. The more we can understand, the more we know. The more we know, the more we want to know. It’s a cycle, a not-vicious circle of wonder and wit and whimsy and understanding and the wanting to understand more and more and more.
Sadly, all some people want to know is when Jerry Springer is on tonight, what’s for dinner, and who won the game. Their children’s questions are answered with variations of “How would I know?” and “Don’t bother me; I’m exhausted.” and “Ain’t that what you go to school for?” And worse.
We are facing a planet run by people who know nothing that isn’t literal. They are very good (or not) at bubbling in answers, making their mark heavy and dark, but who have no idea where the planets got their names, or why William Tell shot an apple off his son’s head, or what the words “homogenized” and “pasteurized” mean on the milk carton. Heck, tons of “educated” people couldn’t even pronounce “homogenized” or “pasteurized.” Or read them. Or know that the words on the outsides of our food cartons, bottles, etc, indicate what’s inside.
Or that Humpty Dumpty was far more than an egg. Or even that he was an egg at all.
Our nursing homes (well, not mine!) will be chosen by people who speak only one language (you know, the proper one. . . .), can’t read music, don’t know the point of origin of anything, give up at once if something is difficult, don’t have anything whatsoever memorized (except the TV Guide listings), will tip the coat-check girl more than they’re willing to pay the babysitter, and think Jeopardy is boring. The fate of the planet will soon be in the hands of people who will have to Google every simple thing because they don’t have the skills or schema to hold anything much in their heads. They know what kind of bedroom furniture Brittney or Angelina or Lindsay have, but they couldn’t name a single living scientist. Music consists of four chords and a lot of near-rhymes. They know jokes about Helen Keller but they don’t know who she really was. Or even THAT she really was. They can’t write cursive, or read it. And they’ve got thumbs like Popeye’s from texting 24/7 instead of paying attention to the world. Many of them wouldn’t know who Popeye is. Or that those big constantly tapping thumbs are “opposable.” Or what that even means. Of the world of inferentials, they know nothing.
This current trend of schools not requiring memorization, homework, or the actual earning of merits has got to end. There are already far too many stupid people in the world; we don’t need any with a diploma in their hands. A person who doesn’t earn it doesn’t deserve it.
A diploma is only for students who have proven knowledge. A diploma is not for showing up, self-esteem, or keeping friends together. An employer has the right to assume that a diploma represents actual earned merit, and that every holder of a diploma is literate enough to not only survive in this world but also to help others survive. I have no problem whatsoever with holding students in a particular level until they themselves, with no outside help, prove “master enough” to earn the right to move up a notch. Promotion is not a right; it’s the consequence for earned proof of literacy.
By not requiring that our students earn as much knowledge as possible, and by not requiring that students prove it, we are ensuring that our planet will be flushing itself down the toilet of repeated history, misunderstandings and lack of understanding, and the extolling of ignorance as the norm, instead of the shameful and easily remedied thing that it actually is.
Bring it on, youngsters. If you have the schema to do it.
P.S. I am not afraid of the word “stupid.” It is NOT the same thing as “ignorant.” We are all ignorant in many areas, but we are only stupid if we refuse to try when we have the chance. And yes, there are an awful lot of stupid people out there.
P.P.S. If you are not a careful reader and try to accuse me of being insensitive to special needs students, please see the above paragraph.