• Bill Kernodle

Fuddy-duddies of the world unite!

Fuddy-duddies of the world unite!

I am going to expose myself…no, not like that. I am going to reveal that I believe in manners and civility. What? Are you insane? Yes, I suppose so.

With the world going to hell in a hand basket as they say, I thought I was safe here in my world of fellow writers. Safe from the decay of society and where I could count on everyone to be civil and have a clean tongue, as it were. Not so, my friend.

As I was going through my emails this morning from people whom I trust and am following I am overwhelmed by the lack of civility in language. Yes, I know most of you could give a f***, but I can’t help it.

When I was a child my mother would have given me one of those what the heck are you thinking about looks that curdle your soul if I ever said the phrases that work their way regularly now into our so-called copy.

You know, the s*** that rhymes with hit, the f*** that rhymes with truck, even the “less offensive” God d***; you know the one.

What has happened to us as a society?

Yes, I cuss. All of us cuss at some point. It can be effective in speech for emphasis and sometimes comes out on its own it seems. But to place it on purpose in an email to the world? Are you f***ing kidding me?

I say we try to educate the world with our copy, with our civility, and yes, with our manners. Would that be so bad?

I think not. Call me a fuddy-duddy, that is ok, because I am. Proud to be a card-carrying member of the fuddy-duddies of the world.

There, I said it.

Oh, and don’t get me started on please and thank you, the lost art of civility is alive and well and metastasizing as we speak. Let us kill it with civility, shall we?


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