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Nothing is more terrible than to see ignorance in action.


I know that I've shown the Diamond Princess before, but I do like the clouds in this one. Anyway, the tourist season is drawing to a close, so I don't expect to be showing cruise ships any time soon.

There was a woman on the bus this morning who appeared to be browbeating her husband on the phone, she looked like the archetype of a horror wife: stern hair, sour eyes and a mouth like a crack in a pie. Anyway, she chastising 'Phil' to "stop feeling miserable about it, get of yer arse and get a bleedin' job". She then did the best approximation of 'slamming' the handset down with a firm poke of her (chubby) finger.

When did people lose their sense of shame?

Comments

Magpie said…
I totally agree. There are so many things people "air" in public that I have no desire to know about nor do I want to listen to.
KL said…
I guess from the day when I started using the concept of "political correctness" in an extreme way. I don't know about the situation in Australia, but here in the USA, you can't tell student anything like, "why aren't they studying?," or "why didn't they study?," or "perhaps they need to study harder," etc, etc, because they are not politically correct to say and you might be harming students by saying so. Tuesday is their exam; still on Monday they have no clue even what the exam will be on. Even in such situations, you cannot tell them that they need to study, pay attention, etc, etc....

Thus, as educators, parents, guardians, I guess, we are failing to show people their mistakes because of the concept of political correctness and thus we are seeing all these around us.
Roddy said…
I have always loved a steel grey sky, preferably against a well lit background. I always got great delight in sailing into Melbourne, (Australia), early morning or late evening with the grey sky against the lights of the city. Magnificent!
We lost modesty in the late seventies, but especially since we acquired mobile phones.
I agree totally with KL, we have no rights to chastise anymore. More corporal/capital punishment, and we may get their attention.
James Wilson said…
Slightly depressed to see that the same thing is happening as far away as Tasmania as it is in London. England was once the exemplar of public standards. Nowadays it seems to be almost a requirement for students on public transport to declare most aspects of their private life into a mobile phone, as though they were speaking into (or rather through) a megaphone.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, word!

KL, shame and guilt are very good things in small doses.

Roddy, BAH!

James, the world over, I suspect. Unless you're in Dubai.
James Wilson said…
Possibly North Korea too, but only on the basis that there isn't much to do when marking time till death.
Kris McCracken said…
James, unless you're related to the boss!

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