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Y’all need some manners… Part One

So, the party season is upon us. We’re either going to be hosts, or we’re going to be guests. There is one thing that gets my goat no end and it’s lack of proper etiquette. The way to act as a host or guest in public or at a private function was drilled into me using the technique of shaming. We ate out frequently as I grew up and there were always rules to follow and if I acted up, if my brother acted up we only ever did it once in our lives. Never again, the shame was too much.

Obviously there’s “I’m going to see Carmen at The Royal Albert Hall with dinner in the restaurant  etiquette, and then there’s “Lets go for breakfast at Puccino’s in town.” etiquette. They are on two completely different scales. We’ll start with the first type.

Social gatherings come in the form of dinner parties, weddings, funerals etc. They all have their own set of unspoken rules about how you should act in public. Etiquette is the one thing that if you have it you shouldn’t fall on your face at any occasion. Knowing how to act, present yourself, and to an extent, hold conversation can leave a lasting, positive impression on the people around you for a long time. Don’t do the following and you’ll always be remembered as the man who wore jeans and a Hawaiian shirt to a wedding.

Etiquette is a term synonymous with politeness and respect. It isn’t an upper class snobbish thing, it’s respect for your host and/or their/your guests. They’re not rules, they are ways to assist you coping in social situations. If everyone is comfortable and behaving in one way and you’re acting in the complete opposite you’re going to stick out, and not for the right reasons.

One post is not enough for this, but I’ll start with the basics. The sit down meal. At some point we’re going to either be invited to a restaurant that isn’t “a tenner a head” and it will have a set menu (yeah, you have to eat what is given to you) or present at a function with an evening dinner provided. Such as an opera or wedding.

As a guest…

  • You sit where your place card is. This isn’t primary school and you don’t get to move the seating arrangements at all because your best friend is sat somewhere else. You never move the place cards at all.
  • The napkin remains where it is until the host takes theirs and places it on their lap.
  • The amount of silverware will indicate the number of courses. A formal dinner will be seven courses.
  • Drinks are served from the right, even if you ask your glass will never be completely filled.
    • There will only be four glasses on the table.
    • The water glass will be a smaller version of the red wine glass, the red wine is a large curvy glass, the white wine glass is tall and wide and the champagne glass is a flute shape – tall and thin.
  • Your bread is served on its own plate and there will be a knife with that plate. Tear the bread with your hands, and butter only when you are ready to eat that piece.
  • Bread is one of only a few foods that should be eaten with your fingers.
  • You work with the silverware from the outside in and when you are finished that piece of cutlery should never touch the table again. AND under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you wipe it down with your napkin because “you might need it for the next course” !!
  • If you are missing cutlery, tell the waiting staff or your host.
  • On the LEFT (outside in)
    • Salad fork
    • Fish fork
    • Meat fork
  • On the RIGHT (outside in)
    • Soup spoon
    • Salad knife
    • Fish knife
    • Meat knife
  • Above the place setting
    • Dessert spoon (eat food with this)
    • Dessert fork (push food with this)
  • When eating soup you always spoon away from you and when there isn’t enough to spoon then you tilt the bowl away from you and then spoon from the slightly deeper puddle of soup. DO NOT SLURP.
  • Bring the food to you, do not bring yourself to the food. You are not eating out of a trough with no hands.
  • Don’t clink glasses while toasting. If this is a formal dinner you might be drinking out of crystal.
  • A toast should never be longer than a minute, and toast in the native language of the host.
  • If you need to leave the table (and you should never leave the table) place your napkin on your chair and leave your cutlery crossed on your plate. Fork at the eight o’clock position and the knife on the four o’clock with their necks crossed.
  • When you are finished the napkin is placed loosely on the table ONLY when the host does the same. Your cutlery should be placed together in a pair from the bottom right hand corner to the center of your place. Do not cross them. Any dessert cutlery should be left in the saucer of your coffee/tea course.
  • Do not leave the table until the host invites you to.

 

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Tadda!

So I failed NaNo again. However, it did spark other chunks of creativity.

Apocalypse party/Mayan New Year party is just around the corner – all the creativity is going into that. Going to get a huge Christmas tree for our hallway. Because it will actually fit and look bloody amazing.

What a few months. Emotionally wrecking, and tiring but I think I did some good things. As much as I like being a hermit and keep to myself it was clear a lot of that habitual loneliness wasn’t doing me, or anyone close or associated to me any good. So I shook that off, talked about it, and I’m working on it. I’m still going to say no to a lot of things in public but I’ll be saying yes to more than I was. And I’m going to control more about me than I was before. The messenger kept on hiding the notes so many people AND me were getting mixed, crossed, and missing messages.

Sorted now, and I feel better. Things are so much better.

And I am looking forward to the party on the 22nd, it was so much fun having everyone over for Hallowe’en. I’m looking forward to the possibility of London in the New Year as well as another trip to Scotland.

Changed the blog theme temporarily just for change. It’ll be updating again I’m sure.

Massively bummed about Christmas, but it’s the same for everyone. The end of the year is always so exhausting. Next year is going to be mad though. Emotionally and health wise. Ear, nose and throat guy in April (yay public!) and the doctor wants me to go to a neurologist AND a haematologist as well. Bits of me are getting spread all over Cork at this rate. I swear there is probably nothing wrong with me, it’s probably just aches and pains but every time I tell the doctor that “You know, it’s probably nothing.” she makes a very good case to get things looked at. Love my doctor, and thank you to the girls for recommending her.

Don’t think I have anything else to rattle on about. Check out my mate’s new blog – she’s recently (like, 5 months ago) become a mother and she’s sharing the gritty truth of it. Muffin is also gorgeous.

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How To Be a Woman

by Caitlin Moran. I’ve seen people rave about it and others just mention it in passing. I am now reading it. And I think I’m treating it like a textbook because I’m stopping every few pages and making notes. Not TAKING notes. So far there’s nothing in here that I would use to add to myself, but I am making notes.

Scientifically I am a woman but by the general definition I am not a feminist. To be honest with you I’d not have any issue staying at home cleaning the house and “making home”. I’ve lost count of how many elections I have not voted in purely because there wasn’t anyone I’d vote for, (they should allow you to redeem your vote for Nectar points or something). And sometimes it’s nice to be driven around (ignoring the crippling motion sickness). Also, when did being polite infringe on my rights as a woman? Goddamnit people, hold the door open for me if I’m carrying things. I am of a smaller build than you so yes, I would like some help, thank you AND I am moody because YES my hormones are all over the shop. And fuck me I love shoes. And clothes. And Haute Couture.

So far the definition of being a feminist is someone I’d avoid in conversation, who makes life difficult for themselves and ignores everything else out there that means being a woman. They go so far to the other end of the scale that it’s no longer about Woman’s Rights, or being a woman but more “I hate men and the decisions they make, waaah waaah.”

Feminism has many definitions. And I LIKE Caitlin’s. So by her definition I AM a Feminist.

There is a lot that makes me a woman. But I realise at the end of the day it’s not so much what makes me a woman but what makes me, me. Trying to define myself as a woman would mean making a list of things you already know as defining a woman. The fact I like shoes, I bake and wear makeup for example. So really it’s more a list of things that show you that being a woman in the 21st Century is more about being someone, rather than a woman fitting into a cut-out niche.

For me being a woman:

  • Is having to pick wads of hair out of the vacuum nozzle. No loss of suction my arse, Dyson.
  • Is looking in the mirror for 15 minutes and staring at the open pores between my eyebrows.
  • Is wondering why the hair on my legs grows in patches.
  • Is wondering why some people freak out about women shaving because lets be honest here, public hair is disgusting.
  • Is realising that makeup is too much hassel some days but I always maintain my makeup bag.
  • Is loving shoes and then filling the wardrobe with them and then never making an effort to wear them.
  • Is being very open and aware of my sexual health and womany bits. In this day an age there is no excuse for ignorance. If you don’t have a mother to talk about these things, or friends who are willing to discuss this with you – you have, at the very least a doctor, the internet and a library.
  • Is not having to wear a bra but buying them because they’re pretty and make my boobs look amazing.
  • Is knowing my physical limitations and not trying to surpass them to prove a point.
  • Is farting in bed.
  • Is only reigning in my temper for my mother.
  • Is reading books on the toilet and leaving the door open.
  • Is crying and accepting I am emotional and screw you guys.

I didn’t have a pink bedroom growing up. I had Thomas the Tank Engine bed sheets and a Sega Megadrive II. I collected pictures of fire engines and I wanted to be a firefighter. I had Barbies and played with them in the pond with my brothers action men and built a treehouse at the bottom of the garden during an Easter bank holiday weekend.

It’s hard not trying to fit into gender stereotyping; you’re one thing or another. It starts from the moment you’re born with the blue for boys and pink for girls. It’ll not change over night because it is institutionalised. The only thing we can do is look at it and ignore it and paint baby’s nursery yellow and buy them green baby-grows. As soon as there is no need for ‘one thing or the other’ then gender won’t be a thing any more. You should aim to exist as your own creation and take inspiration from everyone around you. There is a lot to be said about raising children but at the end of the day it’s down to the parents. Nature and nurture both play big parts in this but if we turn around an shun the conventions then they will go away as no one needs to rely on them any more.

I’m sure I’ll have more things to talk about as I read through this book. But for now I liked the exercise of thinking about me as a woman.

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