Impolite Quotes

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to-me-its-impolite-to-go-out-shopping-with-no-money
i-was-raised-not-to-talk-about-money-it-was-considered-impolite
what-gives-you-right-to-be-impolite-im-hanging-from-your-noose-and-you-still-wanna-fight-the-oxygen-ponies
many-young-persons-believe-themselves-natural-when-they-are-only-impolite-coarse-francois-de-la-rochefoucauld
in-england-we-have-such-good-manners-that-if-someone-says-something-impolite-police-will-get-involved-russell-brand
i-started-to-realise-that-being-impolite-saves-awful-lot-time-costs-you-nothing-jeremy-clarkson
i-simply-hate-people-who-have-no-good-words-for-anyone-who-is-impolite-who-dont-respect-anyone-prathima-bhandary
civilized-men-are-more-discourteous-than-savages-because-they-know-they-can-be-impolite-without-having-their-skulls-split-as-a-general-thing
he-had-semicircle-tattoo-with-indecent-word-on-back-his-head-suggesting-all-people-around-him-to-leave-him-alone-in-much-more-impolite-manner-alexandra-engellmann
the-first-interviews-i-gave-were-entirely-unpleasant-you-have-people-trying-to-trip-you-up-with-impolite-questions-that-have-nothing-to-do-with-books-its-simply-vulgar-curiosity-
a-photographic-closeup-is-perhaps-purest-form-portraiture-creating-confrontation-between-viewer-subject-that-daily-interaction-makes-impossible-martin-schoeller
who-on-earth-invented-silly-convention-that-it-is-boring-impolite-to-talk-shop-nothing-is-more-interesting-to-listen-to-especially-if-shop-is-not-w-h-auden
if-there-is-god-that-has-special-plans-for-humans-then-he-has-taken-great-pains-to-hide-his-concern-for-us-to-me-it-would-seem-impolite-if-not-steven-weinberg
im-sorry-sorry-for-what-he-straightened-moved-bit-closer-sounding-honestly-puzzled-i-am-not-much-conversationalist-im-afraid-i-am-not-used-to-to-any-this-you-must-find-this-terri
Following the Soviet invasion, the Communists, to their credit, passed decrees making girls' education compulsory and abolishing certain oppressive tribal customs-such as the bride-price, a payment to the bride's family in return for her hand in marriage. However, by massacring thousands of tribal elders, they paved the way for the 'commanders' to step in as the new elite. Aided by American and Saudi patronage, extremism flourished. What had once been a social practice confined to areas deep in the hinterlands now became a political practice, which, according to ideologues, applied to the entire country. The modest gains of urban women were erased. 'The first time a woman enters her husband's house, " Heela 'told me about life in the countryside, 'she wears white'-her wedding dress-'and the first time she leaves, she wears white'-the color of the Muslim funeral shroud. The rules of this arrangement were intricate and precise, and, it seemed to Heela, unchanged from time immemorial. In Uruzgan, a woman did not step outside her compound. In an emergency, she required the company of a male blood relative to leave, and then only with her father's or husband's permission. Even the sound of her voice carried a hint of subversion, so she was kept out of hearing range of unrelated males. When the man of the house was not present, boys were dispatched to greet visitors. Unrelated males also did not inquire directly about a female member of the house. Asking 'How is your wife?' qualified as somewhere between uncomfortably impolite and downright boorish. The markers of a woman's life-births, anniversaries, funerals, prayers, feasts-existed entirely within the four walls of her home. Gossip, hopscotching from living room to living room, was carried by husbands or sons.

Anand Gopal
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Things I Used to Get Hit For: Talking back. Being smart. Acting stupid. Not listening. Not answering the first time. Not doing what I'm told. Not doing it the second time I'm told. Running, jumping, yelling, laughing, falling down, skipping stairs, lying in the snow, rolling in the grass, playing in the dirt, walking in mud, not wiping my feet, not taking my shoes off. Sliding down the banister, acting like a wild Indian in the hallway. Making a mess and leaving it. Pissing my pants, just a little. Peeing the bed, hardly at all. Sleeping with a butter knife under my pillow. Shitting the bed because I was sick and it just ran out of me, but still my fault because I'm old enough to know better. Saying shit instead of crap or poop or number two. Not knowing better. Knowing something and doing it wrong anyway. Lying. Not confessing the truth even when I don't know it. Telling white lies, even little ones, because fibbing isn't fooling and not the least bit funny. Laughing at anything that's not funny, especially cripples and retards. Covering up my white lies with more lies, black lies. Not coming the exact second I'm called. Getting out of bed too early, sometimes before the birds, and turning on the TV, which is one reason the picture tube died. Wearing out the cheap plastic hole on the channel selector by turning it so fast it sounds like a machine gun. Playing flip-and-catch with the TV's volume button then losing it down the hole next to the radiator pipe. Vomiting. Gagging like I'm going to vomit. Saying puke instead of vomit. Throwing up anyplace but in the toilet or in a designated throw-up bucket. Using scissors on my hair. Cutting Kelly's doll's hair really short. Pinching Kelly. Punching Kelly even though she kicked me first. Tickling her too hard. Taking food without asking. Eating sugar from the sugar bowl. Not sharing. Not remembering to say please and thank you. Mumbling like an idiot. Using the emergency flashlight to read a comic book in bed because batteries don't grow on trees. Splashing in puddles, even the puddles I don't see until it's too late. Giving my mother's good rhinestone earrings to the teacher for Valentine's Day. Splashing in the bathtub and getting the floor wet. Using the good towels. Leaving the good towels on the floor, though sometimes they fall all by themselves. Eating crackers in bed. Staining my shirt, tearing the knee in my pants, ruining my good clothes. Not changing into old clothes that don't fit the minute I get home. Wasting food. Not eating everything on my plate. Hiding lumpy mashed potatoes and butternut squash and rubbery string beans or any food I don't like under the vinyl seat cushions Mom bought for the wooden kitchen chairs. Leaving the butter dish out in summer and ruining the tablecloth. Making bubbles in my milk. Using a straw like a pee shooter. Throwing tooth picks at my sister. Wasting toothpicks and glue making junky little things that no one wants. School papers. Notes from the teacher. Report cards. Whispering in church. Sleeping in church. Notes from the assistant principal. Being late for anything. Walking out of Woolworth's eating a candy bar I didn't pay for. Riding my bike in the street. Leaving my bike out in the rain. Getting my bike stolen while visiting Grandpa Rudy at the hospital because I didn't put a lock on it. Not washing my feet. Spitting. Getting a nosebleed in church. Embarrassing my mother in any way, anywhere, anytime, especially in public. Being a jerk. Acting shy. Being impolite. Forgetting what good manners are for. Being alive in all the wrong places with all the wrong people at all the wrong times.

Bob Thurber
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