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Many things make Lynne Truss angry: people
talking in the movies, kids skateboarding on the sidewalk, T-shirts
with swear words, and graffiti-scrawlers, whom she fantasizes about
seeing sprayed with car paint and strung up for public humiliation.
Sounds like a heartwarming tale. Nothing like a lesson on manners from woman who fantasizes about the drawing and quartering of someone for wearing a bad word on their t-shirt. Sort of like Charles Manson writing a "how to be a better house guest" book.
You know what makes us angry? It’s a short list today. It’s Lynne fucking Truss and her how-to book on manners. But I have to admit, this book would be the perfect companion piece for the new book I’m working on tentatively titled "Smacking Uppity, Know-it-All British Women Who Try and Tell Everyone Else How to Live: or America, Fuck Yeah!".
What kind of manners is it to run around telling people what to do Lynne? Didn’t your mom teach that if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all?
While Truss has taken it upon herself to teach the world manners according to Truss, she relays this peach of a story where she snaps at a grocery store cashier checking her items to "stop telling that story," because she finds it offensive. What about being polite to the poor sap making minimum wage and bagging your groceries? Where were your manners for him? Just like all persons like Truss, she’ll have an excuse as to when her lack of manners is acceptable, if it’s to teach others to be more mannerific.
I don’t know, there’s something about a British woman with her arms crossed and a shit-eating smirk on her face that doesn’t exactly inspire chivalry in me.
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