Each of us are born of a vintage that affords certain perspectives in time. My own life has seen the passing of a relatively sober, prudential, and adaptive culture for its squalling, degenerate, and maudlin posterity. Though it’s soothing to recall days when our national infantilization remained in its, well, infancy.
One pleasant anecdote was from a workplace discussion many years ago. In it a very stern and highly competent man made some racial generalizations related to the conduct of our business. They were spoken in the same dryly matter-of-fact air as a farmer might relay the characteristics of various bovine breeds.
As his sage words fell upon the audience with equanimity, one dizzy, short-for-employment bimbette halting suggested: “Well isn’t that kind of, you know…racist?”
While eyes rolled about the table surreptitiously, he regarded her not with today’s cringing slam of the transmission into reverse, but utter patronizing indifference. His reply: “Your question isn’t responsive to my point.” He didn’t care. He was discussing a topic of import, and raysis was simply beneath his notice as a serious adult. He would have no more flung himself prostrate in lachrymose denials than he would play patty-cakes with kindergartners. Fortunately for him he is now dead, with only former apprentices left to observe the world as it is.
And one of those infinitesimally trivial observations made recently was on the matter of professional correspondence. There was previously a universal expectation, among men especially, to contruct parsimonious missives that relayed relevant information…and little more.
The Johnson Group will meet on four at 2:00pm Thursday.
Today–if penned by a female–the same message would appear in cursive mauve fonts with emoticons and an inspirational platitude.
The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.
Dont be afraid to stand for what you believe in, even if that means standing alone.
Okay, I believe in nationalism.
But that’s coming from the fairer sex and so hardly as grating as the messages now produced by our corps of corporate Caitlyns. After long since having discarded desiccated testicles into an olive jar, most now write in a manner that only omits the mauve. But one item it does not omit: exclamation points!!!!!!!
Hope you’re all enjoying this beautiful sunny day!! Just a little note to remind everyone that the Johnson Group is meeting on four Thursday at 2:00pm. Steve has a fantastic presentation planned. Go Steve!!! So I’ll see everyone then. And remember…keep smiling!!!!!