When did people get so… mean?

Scenario #1:

Try having this girl as your wing partner at a bar...

I haven’t been to a club in a while because, let’s face it, I could’ve given birth to the guy who is now rubbing his crotch against your thigh. (Well, I technically had my period by the time that guy was born and so therefore COULD’VE given birth to him, but I digress.) In any case, I’m at a club with my beautiful hot model friend “Sophia” (she totally looks like the model in the Chanel ad, I feel like a mini cow next to her) and there’s a drunk guy. He accidentally bumps into Sofia’s boyfriend who’s holding a drink. The drink spills a little onto a girl. The girl looks at Sofia’s boyfriend like he meant to do that. She immediately pushes him hard. He’s a little tipsy and falls backwards onto a sofa. His feet kick up as he’s falling into the cushions. His foot hits the same girl. She’s now livid and starts hitting him hard. He takes her arms and holds her away. Another guy sees what’s happening and counters with, “Why are you laying hands on my girl?!” and starts to push Sofia’s boyfriend backwards.
Eventually, blows come and we’re all kicked out of the club because we were belligerent.

WHAT HAPPENED? Whatever happened to the words “I’m sorry,” or “Excuse me,” or “Please slow down and explain what just happened”???? Whatever happened to verbal communication?

"Don't mess with my sister!!!!"

Scenario #2:

My best friend is in line at the gas station. She’s edging her small Toyota Yaris forward to the pump. Another car honks at her and she turns to see a car come up alongside her. She stops for safety’s sake. The car pushes past her and backs up into the pump she was planning to use. “Hey,” she waves frantically at the driver. “I was lined up for that pump.” The guy shrugs and counters, “You should’ve put your blinker on,” and turns his back on her.

Whatever happened to kindness?

"Oh, there's a line? What's a 'line'?"


I feel like a Negative Nancy repeating these stories to you. Is anyone as appalled as I am by such behavior? Am I an anomaly/a prude/an old fashioned tight ass because I find rude behavior simply… rude?

In any case, let me leave you with a sweet note.

It’s time to introduce my sweet-ums to my best friend and her boyfriend. We’re in Beverly Hills and we can’t get into The Honor Bar cuz everyone and their mama is in there snacking on the burgers that should be in our mouths. So all of us are wandering despondently up and down Beverly Dr. looking for a temporary home of food. We wander into a small restaurant with an affordable menu called Pici Enoteca.

Relaxation at last!!!!


A black haired gentleman pushes his way towards us. “Hi, I’m Jason! I’m the chef! Welcome to my restaurant!” he enthusiastically pumps handshakes out to us. “Hey, hey!” he hails down a waiter. “This is Jennifer, she’ll help you out tonight. Jennifer, make sure you take care of these folks, okay?” She nods and smiles at us. “How are you doing tonight? Let me find a great seat for you.” She scans the room. “How do you like that table by the window?” She beams.

Our weary spirits lift. “Everyone is so nice. Wow. This is nice,” my best friend notes.

Being treated nice… IS nice.