"I have a RIGHT not to be annoyed!! Ever!!"
After hearing yet another discussion about smoking and rights I have something to say. If you are bothered by my smoke, walk away. I am bothered by people's nasty "cologne," their icky vegan garlic breath, their disgusting no-carb ketosis breath, and their other gross personal odoriferousness. What do I do? I walk away. I move up-wind. I get on with my life. Stop complaining about the cloud of smoke in front of buildings. It was you smoke-facists who threw us out there in the first place with your black and white thinking, instead of allowing us a well-ventilated space to ourselves. You created this situation in hopes that you could force us to act like you want us to. I didn't work. Tough noogies. Unless and until you have cleaned up the stank of the meat-sellers and the nut-vendors, the un-holy funk of piss in the alleys and the malodorous matrons with their "designer" fake parfumes assaulting my sinuses in the elevator -- STFU. It is a part of us all getting along crammed into too small a space. We make allowances for annoying voices, loud music and the fact that not all humans are olfactorally acceptable to all other humans. What's next? Restricting people you don't find visually appealing?YES! Herd all the uggos into a separaate neighborhood.
Posted by on 05/19/04 at 03:52 PMI don’t like cigarette smoke, but I really don’t like anti-smoking nazis. The People’s Republic of Massachusetts is full of them. We’re also the home of those who want to outlaw fattening food, or at least tax it obnoxiously.
We make allowances for annoying voices, loud music...
Shouldn’t make allowances for those either. One thing to remember about unwelcome personal smells is that they’re easy to get away from compared to unwelcome personal noises.
Well, the occasional loud voice is OK, but the two asswipes having a shouting match in the street at 1:30 a.m. last night wasn’t. Nor are the neighborhood chilluns who shriek all day like Alanis Morrissette being fed feet-first into a wood chipper (now there’s a cheerful thought...can we feed the screaming chilluns in after her?).
As for loud music, I’m less willing to make exceptions. Not everyone shares everyone else’s taste in music. I really hate the attitude that to enjoy music, you have to blast it. You’re supposed to get over that after age 21 or so. But I guess some people never really get beyond that age, at least not psychologically.
Posted by Reginleif the Valkyrie on 05/23/04 at 01:39 PM
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