Were You Raised By a Pack of Wild Animals?

Allow me to first state the obvious: I am not perfect.
I was born that way. It was a complicated birth, which left me with a dislocated hip, however this blog is not about my birth. It's about RESPECT. Something that has been lost somewhere in time.

As I said, I am not perfect, and have on occasion, behaved as if I were raised by a pack of wild animals. I have learned over the years though, and I'd like to believe that my parents did a commendable job of raising me with positive morals and .

Guys...

When did it become appropriate behavior, for you to treat a lady any less than a lady? The language that you use in a lady's presence, is at times, repulsive. Foul language should be used minimally around women. Now, I'm not talking about the occasional dirty word. I am talking about the sort of stuff that you would say around the chaps at the local Elk's Lodge. If you weren't raised by a pack of wild donkeys, you should know better. If you were, perhaps something that you read in this blog will encourage you to become a better man. A more respectable man...and less of a putz.

Ladies...

When did you decide that it was okay for a man to treat you badly? Demand respect, and give it back. You deserve to be treated like a princess, but in return, don't be a royal pain. Men do not like to be treated badly either. For instance: don't be so clingy. If I wanted something draped on me, I'd buy a damn shawl. That's right, I said shawl...and not a pretty one, either. If he really likes you, he will move Heaven and Earth to see you again.