September 2010: The nice police

I don’t know why we sugar coat things these days.

For some reason the word “cripple” is distasteful so we now say “disabled.” Frankly, I don’t see how that’s any better. I guess the nice police figure it implies strength within infirmity. It excuses us from our physical and mental shortcomings though it doesn’t help us overcome and live with them. It helps us pretend we are not less than complete; we cripples are just as good as anybody else, even though we are, admittedly, “disabled.”

In the words of my Wyoming coal-mining cowboy grandfather, that is horse hockey.

I’m crippled. It’s no shame. I had an accident, that’s all. My feet don’t work well but my brain still does. I suffer a bit but I make do and live with it. And by the way, the accident was my own fault. I need to remember that so please don’t take it away from me.

Don’t call me a senior citizen. It’s cute but condescending.

Nobody is old these days. We’re “senior citizens.”

Puh-leeze. It’s cute but I’m not a big fan of cute except in babies and puppies. You can be a “senior” if you like but don’t call me that, okay? I’d rather be “old” or, better yet, not defined by my age at all. Don’t make me cute. I’m more than that.

I think all this social nice-nice has less to do with respect for others than our own desire to seem caring so we can accept our own imperfections.

People don’t get fired these days, they get “laid off.” 

I remember when “laid off” meant you could expect to be rehired in the near future. Not anymore. The fact is you’ve been fired, canned, kicked to the curb. The company you worked for just doesn’t need or want you anymore. But, it’s supposed to be somehow less painful to say you were “laid off.” Being “fired” is terribly, terribly personal.

It’s not your fault, nothing is.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Nobody is at fault and nobody is to blame for the ups and downs of what we used to just call life.

My grandson’s soccer league doesn’t keep score. They don’t want any losers.

I don’t have to explain to you why that’s so horribly twisted. Most of you are old and wise like me. You remember when your parents and grandparents watched you fall, waited for you to cry and picked you up to wipe your tears, clean your wound and say, “I told you so!” Touching a hot stove is the only way to learn to never do it again. Losing is the only way to learn to win.

It used to be, anyway. These days being on the losing side of a soccer game is considered the death of self-respect.

The only thing that seems to matter now are our fragile egos and manufactured self-esteem.

I can’t change the culture but I still have something to say about the raising of my own sons and grandsons. Here’s what I’d like to say to them:

–You will curse your mistakes and failures. I will quietly celebrate them because they’re lessons I can’t give you. You are a winner and, at times, a loser. Deal with it. You’ll be happier for it.

–You will suffer emotionally and I will try to love you out of your pain but then I’ll have to go home and leave you to sort it out for yourself. Can’t help it, that’s the way it works.

— There is not enough time in my life or yours for us to completely share our hearts. Try to be grateful for every moment we have together, especially the ones that seem unimportant at the time.

Thirty-some years ago while in the depths of my personal despair my father, my hero, told me — in these exact words, which I will never forget:

“If you don’t love yourself you’ll never be worth a damn to anybody else.”

And now, I have finally reached an age where I am qualified to add to my dad’s life-defining revelation:

You don’t love yourself for being good, that’s a given. You love yourself for falling down, getting up and living better for what you have learned.

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Author: Dave Williams

Dave Williams is a radio news/talk personality originally from Sacramento, now living in Dallas, Texas, with his wife, Carolann. They have two sons and grandsons living in L.A.

5 thoughts on “September 2010: The nice police”

  1. Parallel thought: I was mulling over what the biggest change has been over the past few decades. I thought “computers” because they changed everything. And I’ll have to add PC Police. Giant shifts in language, such as the examples you cite, make writing (or saying on the air) anything a whole different task these days. We have to shuffle through several word choices to make a point without offending, when offending was never the intent.

  2. Something to be on the lookout for: A remake of the Disney classic –“Snow White and the Seven Height Challenged Individuals With Self Esteem Issues.”

    (uhh) However …

    The revamped title project may take a bit longer to develop than originally thought. Apparently tech people in Hollywood and South Santa Monica are having some difficulty formating the number of new font images onto a revised big screen intro (with theme music.) Plus, it seems theater posters and hand bills may also be presenting the same kinds of layout issues.

    Recently, a fresh suggestion was developed, discussed and (finally) rejected when the compromise title “Snow White and Some Midgets” was summarily rejected by the Obama administration, former Clinton advisor Robert Reich and the Randy Newman Sucks Association.org

    Nothing new to report as yet – but we’ll keep a film crew on call.

    Morg

  3. “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet”

    The only time being a “senior” is fun is in 12th grade.
    Although it’s not so insulting that I won’t order off the
    senior menu….

  4. I turn 55 on Monday. I will then qualify for free coffee at McDonalds and be able to order off the limited Seniors’ menu at IHop. From the looks of it, I’ll have to order at least 2 of everything to suppress my still healthy appetite. Will I now be able to park in the “Reserved for Senior Citizens” parking spaces at Walmart or is there other criteria I need to meet before I qualify? What’s the standard? If I was crippled, I know exactly where to park, but what if my disability is age? I think I’ll just live my life the way I want to and not worry about such things until the government sends me the special Kool Aid package to replace my Social Security.

  5. Lynne and Diesel Dave, you’re absolutely correct. The words are harmless as they apply to us individually. What I object to is being categorized. That’s where the government is taking us, as Diesel pointed out. That society has always done it is natural but for me it is as natural to resist.

    When I was eight years old I told my mom and dad I wanted to quit Cub Scouts. I hated having to wear the uniform. That was the only reason. I wanted out.

    I’ve spent 59 years trying to be the best me possible. I don’t want to get lost in the shuffle at this point. That’s all.

    I do, however, take advantage of special pricing and parking spaces!

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