This afternoon I sat at the local Dean & Deluca enjoying an iced Kombucha reviewing the next literary critique. I was lucky (because I can write about this) to overhear the ill conversation of three ladies who's toxic words sounded more like warfare against the world instead of a lady-like productive conversation.
I mentioned this experience to a gentleman friend, he responded: "When are women's conversations ever productive?"
Although I was a bit bothered by the remark since I found this irreverence towards a woman's public ability and personal manners so backwards macho 80's thinking...at the same time, I realized...he may just have a point.
When are women's conversations productive? Why is it that so many of us resort to pouting and talking bad about others behind their back, instead of choosing civility and kindness with one another? That girl you don't like may just end up being your best friend.
Although I was a bit bothered by the remark since I found this irreverence towards a woman's public ability and personal manners so backwards macho 80's thinking...at the same time, I realized...he may just have a point.
When are women's conversations productive? Why is it that so many of us resort to pouting and talking bad about others behind their back, instead of choosing civility and kindness with one another? That girl you don't like may just end up being your best friend.
I decided to stay longer and perform a mini study on society reflecting on the behavior of all women around me.
The women sitting behind me cackled loudly, it sounded like a mob of chickens running for something. Yet, there they were, sitting and getting louder and louder by the second. By the way ladies you're not supposed to cackle loudly in a quiet place where people are enjoying a nice afternoon. You never know if prince charming is sitting next to you in utter disgust.
Another young woman in her late twenties, grabbed a chair and instead of making the small effort to lift it, she insensitively interrupted the serenity of the soothing music and fresh breeze...
(High Pitched Screech!)
...she dragged this metal chair across a stone floor and I watched (what I assume to be) an eighty year old retiree cover her ears and nod her head in disapproval of the unbearable sound this metal chair made against a brick floor. Then this young woman, (obviously a professional by the looks of her attire) proceeded to looking at the old woman and saying: "What lady!". Ladies, another tip, respect for the elderly is forever king, in our case, queen.
The women sitting behind me cackled loudly, it sounded like a mob of chickens running for something. Yet, there they were, sitting and getting louder and louder by the second. By the way ladies you're not supposed to cackle loudly in a quiet place where people are enjoying a nice afternoon. You never know if prince charming is sitting next to you in utter disgust.
Another young woman in her late twenties, grabbed a chair and instead of making the small effort to lift it, she insensitively interrupted the serenity of the soothing music and fresh breeze...
(High Pitched Screech!)
...she dragged this metal chair across a stone floor and I watched (what I assume to be) an eighty year old retiree cover her ears and nod her head in disapproval of the unbearable sound this metal chair made against a brick floor. Then this young woman, (obviously a professional by the looks of her attire) proceeded to looking at the old woman and saying: "What lady!". Ladies, another tip, respect for the elderly is forever king, in our case, queen.
Then I observed a girl of college age sitting on her chair, intently reading a book chewing on her gum. But when I mean chewing, I mean, CHEWING. Pop.
Pop.
Pop. I was watching a mountain goat in action. Her gum then gets stuck to her chin, grabs her hands and puts it in her mouth. Continues chewing...
Thinking that no one was watching her, tiring of the flavor probably...she slowly slipped the chewy green piece of gooey saliva puss...right under the table she was sitting in.
I watched in horror and felt my eyebrows rise above my Burberry glasses. I could not help to bring my sun protective contraptions down to my nose and think....Lady like behavior? I wonder if she puts gum under her nightstands. Perhaps there's gum in her couch or under her living room centerpiece table.
Pop.
Pop. I was watching a mountain goat in action. Her gum then gets stuck to her chin, grabs her hands and puts it in her mouth. Continues chewing...
Thinking that no one was watching her, tiring of the flavor probably...she slowly slipped the chewy green piece of gooey saliva puss...right under the table she was sitting in.
I watched in horror and felt my eyebrows rise above my Burberry glasses. I could not help to bring my sun protective contraptions down to my nose and think....Lady like behavior? I wonder if she puts gum under her nightstands. Perhaps there's gum in her couch or under her living room centerpiece table.
What stories of unlady-like horrors do you have to share? If the person was your friend, didd you call them out?
Add to the conversation and help bring civility, manners and being a glamorous lady back in style!
Add to the conversation and help bring civility, manners and being a glamorous lady back in style!
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