Etiquette

"Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his Christmas Pie.
He put in his thumb
And pulled out a plum..." (How rude!)


     With apologies to Mother Goose, one of the most overlooked of social graces today is table manners. On the whole, we eat like pigs. With the development of the two-income family as the societal norm and current rise in the divorce rate, many parents don't find time to instruct their offspring in this acquired talent. Today, it seems, all a child need know is how to open a packet of ketchup and properly McOrder their Happy Meal in the McFirst Place.

     Not long ago, a second-grade health class was queried as to what constituted a well-balanced meal. The consensus was: "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame-seed bun." Two of the boys then began arguing whether flame-broiling indeed beat frying. The young teacher became so upset, she spilled her chocolate shake all over her Jumbo Jack. The story had a happy ending, however. The principal finally interceded, made the boys shake hands...then they ordered out for pizza.

     Seriously, the pursuit of etiquette has been a societal concern for thousands of years. Martin Luther published a book of table manners way back in the 16th century. Of course, manners are a timely as well as regional affair. I'm sure, for instance, Emily Post would have thought England's King Henry VIII, a boorish, drunken, filthy beast...and I'm sure the good king would have found Miss Post a sharp-tongued wench in want of another head.

     Etiquette is not just necessary for acceptance into polite society. In some cultures, lack of strict adherence can lead to swift and fatal retribution. In other words, if a warlord offers you fresh monkey brains, it is best to gracefully accept and choke them down as best you can, unless of course, you're up for a part in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." The same applies to eating with your left hand among Shiite Moslems or Kurds. Doing so puts you in the same status as a leper--an outcast, cursed by Allah, and a candidate for Hell. I won't go into the exact details as to why. Let's just say that as I'm left-handed, I find the thought of a flying visit absolutely chilling.

     So, as a public service to the socially inept, I offer some common-sense do's and don'ts for dinner:

***Rule of Order***

Don't put both feet in the trough.


© Russ Brown, 1998

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