Sunday, August 28, 2005

 

Acceptable Social Behavior



Something Needs to be Done!


Blue Language

Today, my ears are continually bombarded with unacceptable language. Not in the barracks where I expected such talk, and had my fill of it, but around and in homes in an upscale neighborhood. When I came home from my stint in the military, I purged myself from the disgusting words and expressions I both heard and had to use to be understood by the men I served with. Now, many decades later, our society is being flooded with barracks talk, and I resent it.

In the South, it was expected that young ladies would bridle their tongues, even if they had heard such talk somewhere. It seems that many of today's young things think it is smart and "with it" to have a foul mouth. For me it is a huge turnoff. I would not associate with cussing women whose every other word is a no-no, nor would I hire them if I had openings. Oh yes, everyone passes through a phase where using dirty language is daring and exhibitionist, but there are limits. I believe parents have a duty to inculcate manners and decency in their offspring. In a way, however, society seems to expect such behavior and even condone it, which is sad. Polite society may be a distant dream now for most of us, but I hope it doesn't die out completely.

Tattoos

When I grew up, a tattoo was a terrible affliction that nice ladies shunned. Men, and boys too, looked down on such painted ladies, and assumed that they were "rough and ready". They were marked for life as having been through evil stages of their existence, and were thus singled out for lusty male attention, but never to think about bringing them home to meet Mom. Today, a tattoo is a common thing, almost an afterthought, until you realize what these women have often exposed to get many of their tattoos. I will never shake the idea that a tattoo is low white trash stuff, or the markings of a stripper or whore.

Piercings

To my utter horror, women are piercing themselves all over the place! Ears, noses, eyebrows, tongues(!), lips, navels, and surely other parts not usually exposed. The cheap jewelry they stuff into their piercings presents a macabre picture of an African tribal initiation ritual for women, and the mere suggestion of actually kissing such a mouth or touching such abominations gives me the heaves. These women are trying so hard to be different that they have differentiated themselves right out of society. At least MY society!

Navel Waving

The style today of wearing pants down on the hips to show a good foot of belly, including the navel -- pierced, of course -- is far too much for me. To see young teens dressed this way, is to think of the most flagrant whores, strippers and street walkers I have ever seen. (Yes, I have seen lots of them.) The point of all of this dressing down is, I presume, to attract attention, mainly from boys, I guess. Do they have to assume the trappings of lowlife to do that? A Brittany Spears outfit may be OK on the stage, but should it be copied and worn in shopping malls or in school? I think not.

The Big Question

If all of these modern ways of displaying their plumage, paint and talents is considered common, I wonder what their morals are behind their decking out like whores? Common too? Are we getting to the stage where our teens are sexual exhibitionists like Spring Break shows or Go-Go girls? Are they not only showing off, but also sexually promiscuous tarts? I sincerely hope not, but the signs are not very favorable, in my opinion! I wonder also what kind of men or boys would be attracted to these pretend ladies of the night? Not the kind that my daughters would have brought home to meet Dad, I am sure.

Wild Hairdos

Time and again I have observed young women, and some men too, coloring their hair weird hues of orange, red, purple and white, spiked the clumps, and inserted odd things at the tips.
I can only shake my head in wonder and disgust. An attractive young thing makes a monster out of herself -- for what? It is not even a fun-looking transformation either, like that of a clown, but rather somber and furtive, as if they are ashamed of themselves except in the company of their compatriots in a madhouse. My youngsters would never have gotten out of the house looking like some of these girls do. Where are their parents?

Probably drinking, using, and partying with the other parents, and simply can't be bothered with their youngsters -- the little copycats!


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