I was taught once, a long time ago, that contradicting someone was considered impolite.
No it isn’t.
Perhaps it’s a matter of culture. Having recently returned from the English pre-Victorian years described in Pride and Prejudice, I was jealous of the rules of society. If you said you would attend a party, you would. If you couldn’t, you would tell the host ahead of time. And if you were late you apologized to the host and asked forgiveness.
Recently, I witnessed some instances where the husband was immediately “improved” by his womanly loved ones. Both wives and daughters are featured here, but the identities have been altered to protect the innocent.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s to protect me!
The first instance was during the telling of the sale of our first home. I mentioned that a large family was buying it, and would have to live in all of 890 square feet.
“No, it was 980,” said the wife.
I noted that I wasn’t going to argue and pressed on. No matter that it interrupted the flow of a great story, and there were lots of other family sitting around waiting expectantly. No matter that I am a numbers person and work around machines that use numbers all the time, and she is a manager of people and also works in a pet shelter. Besides, no matter which number is correct, it was still a small house for a family of five!
Later, I mentioned that we watch relatively little TV.
“No you don’t,” corrected the daughter.
I was telling a story as to why we don’t have a dedicated large screen TV. We have a large-ish computer screen and stream everything. Even then, the few hours we see a night is nothing to the average of 5 hours a day.
But what’s the point of arguing? I was only saying that to reinforce the fact that we use the computer instead of a big screen. What did our daughter think she was doing, correcting the official record? Or perhaps she feels we watch more than we should?
I didn’t argue it then, and I don’t think I’ll ever bring it up again, except here.
What’s the point? Why is it these contradictions have to be made so immediately and so publicly? Is there some kind of vendetta going on against men by their loving women? Or does it have more to do with setting a pecking order?
Watching behavior is not only fun, it’s my profession. But sometimes, at the level of the individual, things happen that not even I can explain. And I’m not even sure I want to.
Any of your insights would be greatly appreciated.
Yes, yes they would.