We need some new rules. Let’s face it, folks: we live in childish times. Our opinions are no longer thoughtful and measured but instant and shrill. Our discussions are loud and unruly: our voices are pouty. We whine and complain, and we’re constantly throwing temper tantrums when we don’t get what we want. (Take a peek at Hamburg this week.) In short, we’ve become a bunch of bratty children. So, it’s time we set up a few boundaries. Here are some suggestions: feel free to add to the list.
Like fishing, hunting and driving a car, people must have a license before they’re allowed to use Social Media. They must pass a test that proves they’re actually smarter than a four-year-old before they can have a Facebook, Twitter or Instagram account.
If you’re having a serious political discussion, you cannot refer to President Trump as a “jerk,” an “idiot,” a “moron” or a “dumbass.” It’s been six months of wall-to-wall name calling. We get it. Give it a rest!
Grown men must not wear short pants if they are more than 5 metres away from a beach, a playground, a picnic spot or their own backyard. (Guys, what don’t you understand about “grown man?”)
Baseball caps must be worn the right way round. Look, ya moron! Wearing them backwards actually defeats the whole purpose of the hat.
Old men on loud motorcycles must seek professional help for their penis anxiety.
A baby stroller is not a weapon. Therefore, it cannot be larger, wider, taller or heavier than the mom pushing it. And dads, the mall is not Charlotte Motor Speedway — and neither is the grocery store. Slow down! Your kids are getting wind-burnt.
You can no longer claim to be “spiritual” just because you have a foreign language tattoo. (The only thing you can claim is you have bad taste and too much disposable income.)
“Like,” “Awesome,” “You know” “Totally” and “Amazing” are banned from polite conversation.
The phrase “plus size” is also banned. It’s just a sneaky way of reminding ordinary women they’re not supermodels.
The words “for” and “about” are no longer interchangeable. “I’m embarrassed for it” and “I’m embarrassed about it” are completely different. The first one isn’t even English.
Vegans must wait at least 5 minutes before announcing their status to strangers. This rule does not apply to vegetarians (who normally don’t get all pissy about their culinary habits, anyway.)
If you’ve been in 3 or more movies, you’re no longer allowed to talk about poverty. You’re riding around in a limousine, for God’s sake! What can you possibly tell anybody about being poor? (This goes double if you play a musical instrument for money.)
Professional athletes can no longer be paid more than the GDP of Malta. They’re kicking a ball, not curing cancer. Let’s get some perspective.
From here on, celebrities have to be famous for a reason. (And a photo-shopped picture of your ass on Instagram doesn’t count!)
And finally
Actors, actresses, singers and musicians who visit poor countries — for whatever reason — are no longer allowed to bring orphan kids home as souvenirs.
The holier-than-thou among us — and Internet nerds — like to point out that our food is woefully contaminated by all manner of terrible crap. Yeah, so what? We all know that Grape-Nuts cereal doesn’t actually have any grapes in it — or nuts either, for that matter. (It’s made of wheat and barley.) And any European will tell you that American cheese might very well be American, but it certainly isn’t cheese. In fact, it’s so far from cheese that the manufacturers — yes, manufacturers — have to call it a ‘cheese product.” And that’s the thing. These days, various government regulations make certain we’re aware of what we’ve about to put in our mouths, so if you don’t want to eat tridisodiumonotoneglycirodium phosphate or whatever? Simple solution: don’t. However, there’s still a lot of food out there casually strolling through legal loopholes to masquerade (“scam” is such a hard word) as something it’s not.
One of the weirdest phenoms of the 21st century is the “Trigger Warning.” This is a statement made before news items, blogs, plays, books, stories, opinion pieces, university lectures, movies, TV programs, poems, paintings and pretty much everything else we watch, read or hear. The purpose is to warn us that whatever is coming next is probably too tough for our fragile emotions to handle, and we should avert our gaze or else we’ll end up huddled in the corner — sobbing. Personally, I think this is a rather ad hoc way to do business. We all know life is tough, and if we’ve become such emotional marshmallows we can’t deal with trivial crap like TV programs or someone’s Twitter opinion, maybe it’s time we put “trigger warnings” on life itself.