Ladies and gentlemen, although sometimes it may appear to the contrary, I am pleased to inform you that chivalry is alive and well.
On the one hand, radio personalities like Alan Jones, and some members of our parliament feel free, seemingly without repercussions, to bully and intimidate those that disagree with them. Alan Jones’ most recent outburst was particularly repulsive. His attack coincided with public and private displays of machismo leading to an increase in domestic violence on the weekend that the national footy finals were held. As for America, don’t get me started. On the other hand, thankfully there remains a large cohort of young men that are decent human beings. And I’m not just saying that because a young man charmed the pants off me yesterday, figuratively speaking that is. Well maybe I am saying that because I was flattered, but it is a nice story anyway.
Yesterday I was door-knocked by three young people — two lads and a young lady — raising money for Canteen, a charity that raises funds for teens with cancer. It is the school holidays so quite a few young people take part in various community service activities at this time. Anyway, I was out back working on my art project when they came calling. Because rain was expected later in the day, I had decided to get an early start on my project and deferred my usual shower. I was wearing my daggiest holey leggings and was bra-less in my old lime-green baggy pullover. My hair was needing a wash and was lank and unkempt. In other words, I was looking my most rugged.
As it happened, the three young people were also wearing lime green tops and we initially exchanged pleasantries about our matching outfits. However, I was embarrassed and sought to apologise for my attire, saying “Please excuse for me looking so….” but before I could complete my sentence, one of the young men chimed in with “fabulous.” I was actually going to say scruffy was my rejoinder. While I did not donate on this occasion, I did enjoy the company of those young people, however momentary. They were not at all pushy and terribly gracious. Kudos to the parents of that young man for raising such a lovely boy and to all the parents concerned for raising such well-mannered and community-minded young people.
How is it that many young people today are possessed with a poise and grace, that I, a grown woman, do not have the emotional intelligence to emulate? This has been brought home to me time and again. On one occasion when I asked my 16 year old son whether he had been bullied at school, he replied that some jocks had called him a faggot once. I hope you told them to eff off, I said. But no, his response to them was “Why thank you!” WT#! Like me, his antagonists were completely nonplussed and did shut the eff up.
“I just took the high moral ground,” my son informed me.
I couldn’t have been prouder and learnt a valuable lesson myself from this exemplary young man.
Personally, I think there are quite a few of my vintage that should just shut the eff up and let the young people get on with making this country a better place.
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