The Case For Being Rude

I’ve had this idea for a blog post in my head floating around for a few weeks and I didn’t really know how to word it. So I’m just going to take a stab at it and let the words fall where they may.

I was raised to be polite. I was raised with home training and a general sense of decorum. If I didn’t act in a way that was socially acceptable, I got my ass whipped. And being how I didn’t like my ass getting whipped I learned from trial and error not to engage in the behavior that got me in trouble again. In general, I think people (and women in particular), are taught to be sweetness and light and be non-confrontational when dealing with people whose social graces tend to be sub-par.  However, it seems that at my advanced age of 39 point 5, my patience and tolerance for rudeness is at all time low. Let’s look at a few examples, shall we?

For instance, if you happens to run into your husband’s ex-girlfriend at the mall while Christmas shopping, it is NOT OK for you to tell her the following: “Before you go, I just want to say that I appreciate how you whipped Bill into shape and then let him go to be with the woman he was supposed to be with.” …”The things that he learned from you well, it was great meeting an emotional grown-up that I didn’t have to train, you know?” In this scenario, I make the case for rudeness. You have my permission to throw a mean side-eye and walk the hell off from that drivel mid-sentence.

Or as described by Serenity23 on Twitter, it is NOT OK for you to come to someone’s house for a visit  and inquire about A) why someone’s children have so many presents under the tree B) what are the contents of said Christmas gifts and C) when is the person you came to visit is going to settle down with her children’s father. I also make the case for rudeness. That’s 3 flags on the play right there!! You have my permission to cuss that person out and escort them from your home.

I make the case for being rude and in some cases downright nasty (on a case by case basis) because folks these days have no filter. Social media gives people a falseness sense of security. We interact with people online and think we “know” the ins and outs of their lives. There is a tendency to get too informal way too fast. We overshare. Boundaries get pushed further and further in terms of our interactions. People think they can say anything, to anyone, anytime with no repercussion. And when some people go too far, and in turn get told about themselves, they act surprised.

I’m not saying make it your life’s mission to go out and be a douchebag but I certainly endorse fighting fire with fire, especially when the offender has just gone off the rails with the rudeness. I think too often we just smile, suck it up and go home to gripe about how such and such is an asshole. If said asshole, is never called out about their rudeness,  then they keep on doing what they do. And they still might be an asshole with everyone else but I bet that you won’t have an issue with them anymore. Sometimes mofos just need to get TOLD.

I know this is kind of rambly, but it’s really been bothering me as of late and I needed to get off my mind and into words. Hope I made some sense.

 P.S. If the asshole is your boss or your mama, I don’t advise getting yourself fired or getting slapped in the mouth. You’re on your own if you decide to get buckwild. LOL!