Rudest of the rude
No doubt: We're rude.
And getting ruder. ... There's a part of me who finds the flinty, reserved New England character endearing. But when road rage spills into supermarket check-out lines -- the sighs of disgust and rolling eyes when someone fumbles with a debit card for a milisecond, etc. -- then you know it's time for self and collective reflection. ... My own latest rude experience: The shock of reading the first comment on a recent Dan post
. It's why, as I move toward a possible redesign of this blog, I debate whether to include a comments section.