Viral YouTube NYC Subway Slap Video: Etiquette lessons learned

Recently, an another viral YouTube video was born after some debauchery aboard a subway train in New York City ended with a girl getting slapped clear across a train car.  Who was it that said there is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action?

Now, while previous lessons were geared toward you girls, as of a few days ago it became became clear that we should include your brother.  Because… now you have a brother.

Let’s provide a lesson just for him.  It’s about hitting girls.

Conventional wisdom suggests a man should never smack a woman.  We’ll maintain that here – why break with tradition?.   Call me old fashioned, but a lad should not be laying the smack down on a lass. So, while today’s lesson doesn’t preach raining down crushing blows upon women, it does suggest that there are instances where rules can be bent a little.  Ouch.  I apologize for not warning you about that plot twist – yup, daddy likes the fact that this fella in the video biffed that girl.

Here is why this guy was right on the money:

1. The girl in the video can barely be called a girl, and certainly not a lady.  She is contributing nothing to society with this type of behavior.  If she wants to claim immunity from manly hay-makers, she needs to act like a lady.

2. She hit him with a shoe.  To avoid having a bloke slap the soul out of you, do not strike him first.  Seems simple.

3. He’s a big dude.  Nothing says barking up the wrong tree like a guy three times your size wearing an 8 ball jacket and fur hat riding the NYC subway. He swatted, and she got decked – fair deal.

4. She was provoking a stranger.  It’s one thing to irritate your brother or your boyfriend.  The men near and dear to you are more likely to stick to the above “men shouldn’t hit girls” rule. Shame on her for heading into uncharted waters with the weird guy on the train – she deserved to get beaned.

Keep in mind this is a rare example of where this rule can be broken.  If your wife wallops you with a frying pan because you got liquored up a the pub and missed your daughter’s piano recital, you take the lump and keep it moving.  Likewise when you get slugged in a case of mistaken identity having come between a wacko and the young lady’s back end that he just pinched – you forgive and forget.  I could go on and on.  When it comes to the opposite sex, restraint, chivalry, and etiquette can pay huge dividends.

There is a term we sometimes use in law enforcement: justification.  Son, there are rules – and then there are rare instances where the rules should be broken.  This video is a great example.  Someone called it karma, but I would call it justifiable lady-smacking.

Lesson 1: Don’t hit girls.

Lesson 2: Some rules were made to be broken.

Glitter allergy

When contemplating fatherhood (read: when your wife tells you she’s pregnant), you expect certain hurdles. You hear things like “good luck getting any sleep” and “if I ever see another dirty diaper again…” These things are hardly surprising, but there are some things that sneak up on you.  They’re not in any book, and most parents don’t seem to put them on the priority list when griping about their own offspring.  So here’s one: the damn glitter is enough to drive you nuts.  I’m not kidding – it actually bothers me, and enough to write about it on an otherwise fine Saturday evening.

When it comes to parenting, most of the basics are summed up in any normal conversation with a parent or a what-to-expect-when-you’re-expecting book.  For example, it wasn’t a total surprise when, after bathing my oldest daughter and getting her all dry and laying out her jammies she stops, smiles, and proceeds to piss a stream clear across the room.  You go into it thinking you’re fairly well prepared for all the crazy things that children bring on.

Not glitter though.

Maybe it’s just my compulsiveness.  It’s bad enough I’m forced to have other people in my house – like the wife, kids, and water treatment system maintenance guy.  Not to mention they touch things and move stuff and even use the bathroom (not so much the water treatment fella – he comes and goes).

Little known fact: glitter is permanent.  It’s like the Sharpie marker of the confetti family.  You can barely see it – in fact I’m pretty sure it’s microscopic – I think the only thing you see is the reflection off of it.  Forget about sweeping it up – it laughs at brooms as it slithers its way through the bristles to remain where your little rug rat put it.  And any single bit of glitter (a glit?) that does get caught in the broom long enough to make its way toward the dust pan just slides right underneath it.  So go ahead and put your finger on the glit – think you can pick it up?  Nope.  Doesn’t stick.  Now lick your finger and try it.  I’m serious, you know that’s the next thing you want to try – go ahead – do it.  Still doesn’t work. Glitter only sticks to stuff you don’t want it to.  It’s in it’s DNA.

Try the vacuum you say?  You’re so silly.  You may as well play the dust pan game.  The vacuum wind at the heart of the vacuum suctioning process is not nearly enough to catch glitter and bring it along for the ride.  Glitter is immune to high wind speeds.  And don’t forget the microscopicity (new word) of glitter like I said – if the vacuum does catch it, it will just go through the filter and be shot across the room and land on the already glittery sofa.

I’m sure it’s impossible to ban the stuff too.  First of all, kids will be kids – and glitter is part of the program.  Secondly, it’s everywhere.  Forget about kids for a second – you buy an anniversary card for the missus and there’s glitter in there.  Hallmark has a piece of the action, so it’s not going anywhere.

So this rant really isn’t about solving this problem, it’s about petitioning to add glitter to the list of things-to-expect-when-you’re-expecting.  Give everyone a fair heads-up, that’s all I’m asking for.