Rude Bitches Make Me Tired: Slightly Profane and Entirely Logical Answers to Modern Etiquette Dilemmas

BOOK: Rude Bitches Make Me Tired: Slightly Profane and Entirely Logical Answers to Modern Etiquette Dilemmas
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For Lisa Noecker,

a friend in deed

 

contents

Title Page

Copyright Noitce

Dedication

Foreword

  
1.
Check-Splitting: Who Had the Gorgonzola Crumbles, and Should We Really Care?

  
2.
Funerals: Now Is Not the Time for Store-Bought Cakes and Backless Maxi Dresses from Forever 21

  
3.
Sky Mauled: How to Survive Airline Travel Without Compromising Your Good Manners

  
4.
The Grand Old (Dinner) Party: Bring Wine and Trivia

  
5.
Gym Etiquette: Or, “Pardon Me, But Is This Your Ass Sweat?”

  
6.
Baby Steps: Is She Pregnant or Is That a Booze-Inflated Liver? Hint: Don’t Ask!

  
7.
PDAs: His Hand, Her Crack … Must Be Love

  
8.
Husbands and Wives: He May Not Be Much, But He’s
Your
Tube Sock Filled with Gravy

  
9.
Waiting Game: How to Deal with Line-Jumpers and Other Creeps of Nature

10.
Office Manners: Loud Talkers, Cake Hawkers, and Britney Sue’s Unfortunate Cyst

11.
Mom to Mom: It’s Complicated

12.
Teen to Mom: You’re Not the Boss of Me (Now Buy Me Something)

13.
Politics: The Elephant (or Donkey) in the Room

14.
Always Leave Them Wanting More: The Art of the Visit

15.
Get a Clue in the Loo: Restroom Etiquette for the Lasses

16.
“Your Toupee Looks So Natural!” How to Give and Receive Compliments

17.
Road Sage: Accept the Things You Cannot Change, Like Idiot Drivers

18.
Foreign Affairs: Stop Making Me Feel Stupid with Your Fancy Multilingualism

19.
Facebook Etiquette: An Oxymoron

20.
Annoying Chatfest on Aisle Five: Common Manners Mishaps at the Grocery Store

21.
Criminal Misconduct: How to Behave When Being Arrested

22.
Gossip Girl: How to Steer the Conversation to Higher Ground Without Pissing Everybody Off

23.
Space, the Final Frontier: How to Get Some, How to Give Some

24.
Wedding Etiquette: Do’s, Don’ts, and “No, She Did-un’ts!”

25.
Phoning It In: Does Anybody Know Why That Black Thing on the Wall Is Ringing?

26.
Overnight Guests: The Tale of the Screw

27.
A Christmas Story

The Last Word

Books by Celia Rivenbark

Praise for the Author

About the Author

Copyright

 

foreword

I know what you’re thinking.

Do we really need another etiquette book? Haven’t we already been told to hold our pinkies high and refrain from nose-blowing at the table? Is there really more to be said about using the right fork, saying please and thank you, and avoiding heated political arguments at dinner parties?

Oh, if only it were that simple. But this, my hons, is an etiquette book for the
real world.
In these pages we deal with how to resist a playground smack-down with the Mom You Hate; how to behave when arrested; how to deal with low talkers, slow walkers, and a ceaseless stream of rude behavior that affects those of us who don’t deal daily with finger bowls but are more likely confronted with the finger.

This is not your mama’s etiquette guide. Those are marvelous and much needed but are far less likely to coach the clueless on real-world dilemmas like whether or not you should have sex when staying at a relative’s house, how to deal with the freaks who won’t vaccinate their kids, and “courtesy flushes”—they’re not just for men anymore.

This is the book I have always wanted to write because, as I frequently tell Duh Hubby, “If everyone would just do what I told them to do, the world would be a much better place.” High-handed and imperious? Mayhap. But if you really believe you have all the answers, which I do, why not share with the class?

In a world in which the admittedly fabulous Adele smacks gum at the Grammy Awards and M.I.A. insists upon shooting the bird to an unsuspecting Super Bowl audience, there’s no such thing as too many etiquette books.

What does this etiquette book have that others don’t?

In a word,
you.
You the exhausted, overworked, undervalued mommy. These are your issues; this is your life. It’s not rude to drop a time-suck of a friend who only wants to dump her problems on you. It’s not rude to respond to the braggarts and the blowhards with a well-timed and expertly delivered put-down. I have examples aplenty of how to navigate the tough stuff in this life with humor, wisdom, and—yes—profanity. While it may seem a bit antithetical to use quite so many “naughty words” in an etiquette book, I can assure you that I would never use curse words for shock value alone or to prop up a needy joke. We live in a world in which one Real Housewife of New Jersey seriously admonishes another to “show some fuckin’ class!” Enough said.

There are lots of people to thank for making this book possible. Jennifer Enderlin, my editor at St. Martin’s Press, got the ball rolling with not only the concept, but also some mighty fine suggestions along the way. You can thank her for the section on playdates. Thanks also to Jenny Bent, my ferociously talented agent of twelve years now, who never fails to take my calls, talk me out of the tree, and stroke me when I’m feeling frazzled. I heart those two broads.

Thanks also to friends and family for sending so many questions and ideas my way. The questions about etiquette included in each chapter came from informal interviews with friends, colleagues, and even some strangers. Based on those interviews, I quickly realized that some bad behavior is practically universal. Failure to RSVP (now the host has to call
you
—really?), insufferably braggy parents (including a phenomenon a friend calls “faux complaining;” for example, “Olivia bosses me around all day in French! Oh, those four-year-olds!”), and rude drivers were at the top of the list.

Whether it was over dinner with friends or a conversation with someone in line for a dressing room at T. J. Maxx, as soon as I said, “Hey, I’m writing an etiquette book. Which bad behavior bugs you most?” it was honestly hard to get them to shut up. Thank God!

Yes, him, too. Because at the end of the day, I do thank him for letting me live this lovely life in which I get to do exactly what I was put on this earth to do. I’ll admit it’s hard to picture a God in the sky looking down and pointing a bony finger and saying: “You! The pear-shaped Southern chick with the attitude—you can write funny stuff all day and be paid for it.” I dodged a bullet. He could’ve chosen me to invent pajama jeans. So, well, whew.

And, finally, I want to thank everyone who reads my column, buys my books, and, most especially, takes the time to write me and let me know that it gave them a chuckle on a dreary day. Absolutely nothing makes me happier than hearing that. Okay, maybe the breadsticks at Olive Garden, but I swear, nothing else.

 

chapter 1

Check-Splitting: Who Had the Gorgonzola Crumbles, and Should We Really Care?

My friend Gray and I have often chuckled at the memory of how our mothers and grandmothers would agonize over splitting the check following the conclusion of a ladies’ lunch on the town. Finally, at some point, one of the ladies would say to one member of the group, “Since you drove, we’ll pay the tip.”

Gray and I have been friends for three decades, ever since we met on the job at a daily newspaper where she was a photographer and I wrote feature stories about mules being born and the like. It’s amazing that we were able to get jobs even though we were clearly very young children thirty years ago. Practically embryos. Anywho, it goes without saying that we have eaten many, many meals together in all kinds of restaurants and with all kinds of people over the years.

Because this is such a treasured bond between us, as soon as the check comes, one of us will chuckle and say to the other: “Since you drove…”

Maybe you have to be there.

The point is, we know that dividing the check at the restaurant can bring out all sorts of unintentionally rude behavior. At the heart of this sort of accidental etiquette breach is that it is ever so tacky to ever discuss money in public. It just is.

And while offering to pay the tip because gas was purchased by one of the members of the party is, on the face of it, a nice gesture, it only serves to muddy the waters.

How far must we carry this? As I write this, gas is about $3.44 a gallon in my hometown. If I take two friends to lunch downtown on our lovely riverfront, I’ve used no more than $1.10 in gas to pick them up.

This is less than the cost of a glass of sweet tea these days, so really, must we make it an issue? Should I point out that, because I drove, the rest of the lunch party owes me about one-fourth of the Caribbean Fudge Pie that I am, too, ordering even though my ass is spilling over either side of my chair.

No.

But still, in some quarters, you will hear all sorts of reasons why someone should pay a smaller percentage (or a higher one!) of the check when it arrives.

This is something that makes the server crazy. Hasn’t she already been sufficiently inconvenienced by your insistence that the check be split six ways and that approximately one and a half of you are going in together to pay for the seventh woman’s bill because it’s her birthday?

Where are my smelling salts?

Question: We go out to dinner about once a month on a Saturday night with two couples who live in our cul-de-sac. We really like everything about these couples except for the fact that they drink very expensive wines with dinner and my husband and I are teetotalers. When the bill arrives, you guessed it, they always split it three ways even though we just ordered chicken cutlets and water!

Okay,
you
guessed it: I don’t need my smelling salts anymore; I need a very dry Grey Goose martini as big as my head. Ahh. There. Much better. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. You and your lushy fun friends sticking you with the wine bill …

First of all, let the record show that your couple-friends are assholes. Just because you share a driveway with someone doesn’t mean that they should be your dinner companions. And, not to put too fine a point on this, but you and your husband sound like you’d be happier with your own kind. I mean, who the hell goes out to eat and orders a chicken cutlet and water on a Sadday night? I mean besides Garrison Keillor. For Christ’s sake, it’s
Saturday night.
Live a little—get the osso bucco. Look it up.

I’m sorry. I don’t for an instant mean to imply that just because you don’t drink, you’re no fun. I just want to come right out and say it: You’re No Fun.

Assuming that you really do want to continue this pitiful dinner charade for your own weird reasons (swapping, perhaps?) I will answer your question.

You’re going to have to speak up. Yes! Crazy and radical, I know! You’re going to actually form the sentence in your empty noggin, feel the words in your mouth, and then hear them hang on the air.

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