Incoherent Ramblings

Maybe it’s because I was born and raised in The South.  Maybe it’s because I was raised by my gramma. I don’t know the catalyst, but I appreciate people who use “good” manners.   I don’t mean proper etiquette, although, I do raise an eyebrow if someone knows what to do with their napkin when they go to the dining table in the midst of a meal or don’t have to ask which fork to use for which course.  I love it when people say “Thank you” and “You’re welcome”.  It is VERY sexy when men are chivalrous. I was watching “Casino Royale” a few nights ago, and when James Bond rises from his seat when a lady enters the room or sits at the dining table, it is HOT!  If I was a guy, I’d get a boner every time. Well, if I was a gay guy, which IF I was a guy, I’d most certainly be gay.  I am a huge admirer of the male anatomy.  I digress.  I love having doors held open and chairs pulled out.  I think it is a huge turn on because it places me in a position of control.  I think some women feel a loss of independence, etc., but what power to make a room full of men stand up just by simply walking in.  Hell, that’s like being a judge or royalty or something!  I don’t expect it all the time, but it is a lovely surprise when it occurs.

Recently, I there was a big discussion about this topic on a local morning radio show.  I was pretty shocked at the numbers of people who didn’t appreciate the lost art of manners.  I require my nieces to say “ma’am” and “sir” to their elders.  I require “please” and “thank you”.  I don’t just require these for my nieces, I require them for myself.  I still speak to my elders that way.  It may be because I am from The South and conformed at a young age to the societal norms of decency found down here.  It may be due to the fact that my gramma raised me and obviously came from a different era.  It was ingrained at a young age to use those words.  It was also ingrained to assist elderly and infirm by opening doors, assisting in grocery stores, taking their trash out, being kind, etc.

Whatever the impetus, I am pleased that I possess these talents, charms, wiles, or whatever you wish to call them.  All parents love me immediately.  I am not Eddie Haskell, but I am polite and appropriate when meeting peoples’ parents.  More than one male friend’s mom has wanted me to marry her son.  Many parents have trusted their daughters because they were going to be hanging out with me.

Don’t be mislead. I can be a royal bitch.  I am only nice as long as you are.

One thing I do hate is being called “Miss Kim”.  I know it’s huge in The South, but I hate it.  Call me Kim or Miss Finney, but not Miss Kim.

Thanks for reading!