Wednesday, February 07, 2007

IT'S WINDSDAY : ETIQUETTE IS BLOWN TO NETTIQETTE

Etiquette has long been an excuse for conventional cover-ups. Indeed it has been one of the most subtle and covert ways to blame and shame those "others" that are impure and dirty and out of place. It has been a social weapon of mass destruction. "English manners and politeness" has so often been seen as bullshit by those left with a thinking mind or a feeling heart. But there is nothing bad around without a bit of good in it as any Modern mind knows today. The internet folk way ( that dirty, wild and wicked space) struggles today to find its own "conventional ways" of communication.

Therefore we find the term "Nettiqette" arising out of the depths of the stormy seas and we find bloggers and beasts and freaks and frogs and trolls and dolls all trying to say and do the right thing according to this or ( this and?) that dead convention.

Is this necrophilia?

17 comments:

anticant said...

Interesting to find you posting on this, Zola, after your recent intemperate onslaught on me for requesting a minimum of netiquette in my homely burrow.....

A quick Google search reveals that what is claimed to be the "classic introduction" to netiquette is a book of that name by an American lady called Virginia Shea who appears to be a cross between Mary Poppins and Lady Troubridge [the author of "The Book of Etiquette" compiled from "the most authoritative sources" and published around the time I was born, which tells you such essential matters as how to address the widows of peers and baronets]. If one took time off to study and absorb the well-meant exhortations of Ms Shea, there would need to be a three-month moratorium on blogging, so I guess something less elaborate is required.

My personal view is that all worthwhile etiquette, netiquette, and politeness generally, hinges around motivation - the intention to be benign and not personally malicious to one's interlocutor, however strong the gulf of topical disagreement. As the anonymity of the computer screen can be a cowardly one [if you don't use a webcam], maybe an occasional quick squint at Ms. Shea might not be such a bad idea after all. What do you think?

zola a social thing said...

Thanks Anticant : Mary Poppins and all that? Netiquette, Lady Troubridge and all that. Perhaps that was inside my orginal blog. I called it MODERN and the hypocrisy that goes, sometimes, along with that ruthless term of Modernity.

But the Modern is hardly alive today is it? Necrophilia was my point here when I posted.

However I remain benign and more to the good I remain deeply motivated to converse even if I am rather postmodern in word and deed.

Ah dunno : OK damn it. Cannot resist.
What knickers would a good Lady wear on a Sunday outing punting down the river with me?

anticant said...

There's a trace of hypocrisy in all modes, isn't there? Lady Troubridge's advice is, as always, practical: "Various sports necessitate special attire, as, for example, Hunting, Tennis, Bathing, but the girl of small means may generally arrange a tennis outfit which will serve for boating and croquet, and a sports outfit which will serve for golf, walking, shooting, and general country wear. It is, however, important to have the right kind of boots and shoes."

So it looks as if "Anyone for marine tennis?" is your best cry. Unless the Lady is of more ample means and proportions.......

Jose said...

There used to be in Spain the custom of wearing black suits and dresses when a next of kin died, black tie and armband for those not so close. Nowadays it is very difficult to see these expressions of mourning anywhere, which I think is a good thing because the death of a relative is not a topic for public relations.

Anonymous said...

Open crotch, ZoZoBear..........
and should you require me on Webcam.......i am as ever .yours

Anonymous said...

It is quite extraordinary when you read these amazing old books on
'life' as it should be lived..............but, you know, no different to the dreadful martha whatsit in the states - the one who got banged up for insider trading..........I do feel, joking aside there is a lot to be learned from the old standards..........
and such STYLE !

zola a social thing said...

Much to still learn from old standards?
That maybe so. I have been thinking now about the polite form of "thank you". An old standard.
today in a world of risk and business language games thank you is dead.

But thanks for getting me thinking more on this.

anticant said...

I am no doubt old-fashioned, as well as ancient, but I have always regarded politeness and common courtesy as a social lubricant, when it is sincere. There is a crucial difference between being candid and forthright in expressing one's views and the kind of 'brutal frankness' which is an alibi for sheer rudeness intended to wound others' feelings - a form of verbal violence.

zola a social thing said...

Again Anticant so much agreement even if I cannot avoid that old Yorkshire and wonderful brutal force of " A spade is a spade".
Or even Shakespeare at his most brutal force moments.
Or even the cry " yer egit" as a common, if variable in meaning, cry from Ireland.

In the northern parts i have found that "English politeness" is rarely accepted as being straight.
By this i do not mean you Anticant and i joke not here.

anticant said...

Well Zola, as you should know by now I'm a Mancunian by birth who mostly grew up in [West] Yorkshire and live with an [East] Yorkshireman, so the Wars of the Roses are ongoing.

Up there we call spades bloody shovels. We also remember you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and believe that all the world's queer save thee and me, and even thee's a bit odd.

You are right about Northerners. Maybe more rough-hewn than the suave southerners, but warmest hearts you can find anywhere.

I have just realised where my burrow is located - a cosy old coaching inn on the Yorkshire Wolds.

Yes, we're a tough lot. I have a female cousin now aged over 80 who farms and breeds cattle near York!

zola a social thing said...

Tis good to see me ole Antirant in good fettle - what more can be said.

Half of my UK family come from Yorkshire and they were always considered the black sheep by the southern part.
Me Finnish family lot just take this division in their stride and smile without saying a word. But get them talking and - jesus wept, even you, the storyteller Anticant, would not get a word in edgeways.

nowt so queer as folk.

zola a social thing said...

BTW : This post has hit me. I must write a few tales of a northern Lapland experience again. Where the intrpid "Englishman" goes north.
That will give you all a laugh.
Laugh at myself i will - again.
Yeee hah.

Anonymous said...

Adventures with reindeers Zola?

zola a social thing said...

Misadventures too with much more than reindeer.

Jose said...

I look forward to those tales, Zola. Doubtless worth of your loquacity.

Anonymous said...

And I, ZoZoBear..............so much want to hear your stories......especially those sea stories........xx

Anonymous said...

Necrophilia is deadly boring, I think

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