Two things piqued my interest today. Well, three, but I doubt you’ll find my nightcap all that entertaining. So go read this fantastic Up-With-America essay in the Times written by a nice young foreign gentleman which gave me a warm fuzzy:
When I finally got to America myself, I found that not only were the natives friendly and hospitable, they were also incredibly polite. No one tells you this about Americans, but once you notice it, it becomes one of their defining characteristics, especially when they’re abroad.
This is very strange, or at least it says something strange about the way that perception routinely conforms to the preconceptions it would appear to contradict. The archetypal American abroad is perceived as loud and crass even though actually existing American tourists are distinguished by the way they address bus drivers and bartenders as “sir” and are effusive in their thanks when any small service is rendered. We look on with some confusion at these encounters because, on the one hand, the Americans seem a bit country-bumpkinish, and, on the other, good manners are a form of sophistication.
And then there’s this.
Now the only way it could be better is if Mike Rowe were administrating the enema while wearing nothing but a leather harness and a smile.
So, like I said. Happy snow-day’s eve!