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Fuck manners.
Don't get me wrong, I can play the gentleman with the suit and the classic watch and the firm handshakes and the conversational niceties. And I can play it to a T.
But if there's one thing I learned from my dad it's that the pony-tail sporting hillbilly with a message tee and a beer belly can be just as respectful and honest (in some cases, moreso) than the most well-mannered polite intellectual who donates to charity and does all of the societally acceptable behaviors, with the golf course and the soccer practices too.
I put on the mask and the outfit when it fits me, when I know people will be measuring it or when it might affect my career or personal life.
But any step beyond that is a dramatic departure from the understanding that we're just clothed apes. Forgetting this is the route to 'holier-than-thou' putrescence.
Common decency, respect, listen to what the other person is saying, look them in the eyes.
I will act like the ape that I am, all other times.
Just another perspective on the pile.
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