This past weekend, something popped up while I was downtown that begged to be blogged about. Going into the depths of downtown on a Saturday night on the first warm night of spring is something that makes me incredibly anxious. [Tangent: As I creep headlong into my 30s, and get more responsible (yawn...), my capacity dwindles for the antics of obnoxious drunk strangers on the lower Broadway/second avenue area.] However, it was a bachelorette party for my friend Alex, whom I love dearly, so I left my prejudices at home and decide to have fun!
[Tangent: Truly, it's the little things.] All was going swimmingly until the first of many women approached me...patted me on the back and uttered the same three words: "You go, girl."
|This glitter graphic is everything that is wrong with the world|
Whew...the phrase epitomized on glitter graphics and Myspace pages from here to Timbuktu is still alive and well in downtown Nashville. Unfortunately the incident was not an isolated one, because it was said to me upwards of 4 times by DIFFERENT strangers on Saturday night...growing more and more tiresome with each occurance. [Tangent: When I texted Jamie to tell him about, his reply was that it was refreshing to see that sassy lady office lingo was going strong. He assumed they all owned hunky firemen calendars or "hail to the queen" coffee mugs.] I got it every time I attempted to let loose dancing or having fun, which kinda made me stop dancing...and having fun. Having a peanut gallery is annoying. Here's the thing, I appreciate the acknowledgement...I really do, but DON'T!
Before I start to come off as one of those disabled folks that is a complete cermudgeon and never pleased with anything, I'll admit that these drunken commenters probably mean well, and I guess if I can show them that disabled people come in all shapes and sizes and can be outgoing, fun people- then it's a good thing, right? Well, I guess.
I only wish they would keep their inner commentary to themselves instead of grabbing my shoulder and ruining my vibe with outdated catch phrases, basically boiling down my having fun into some kind of weird inspirational PSA. The fact that it happened more than once in a span of a couple hours proves that the behavior is a bit rampant. [Tangent: After watching this video this afternoon I realized these utterances "you go, girl" are basically only slightly less patronizing than handing me a red balloon.]
There's the old adage "If you don't have any thing nice to say, don't say it at all." but I almost feel a parenthetical addition needs to be made: "(...and if you do have something nice to say, consider on a 1-10 scale how appropriate it is to the situation, how it may make the recipient feel and why you are making the comment in the first place.") What do you all think?