Allow me to set the picture for you. I am sitting in my office (okay, it is also a spare bedroom), working. I hear music outside of my window, loud music. Now, being someone who is all about windows down and tunes up on a warm summer day, even at an age where someone might ask me if I am old enough to know better (the answer is no), mind you, it is November in St. Louis. Not cold yet the way my awesome RedState colleague Ward Clark enjoys in his beloved Alaska, but not balmy either. So my question to loud music listeners is, who do think you are? I didn't ask to listen to your music in my house, so why am I being forced to? Who do you think you are?
It could be that I have reached the age where the word "crabby" is included in a description of me. I get it, it happens eventually to all of us. But I ask this as a perfectly valid question to those who, well, clearly have no verbal or physical filter. I will also concede that sometimes, stress or untenable life circumstances drive us to behavior we might not normally engage in. I get that, too, things pile up, and sometimes it seems as if there is no way out, and the end result is that we have brought our "crazy" to the party without realizing it. But then there are the people who just need to be asked, "Who do you think you are?!"
I think if more rational people did it, it might be the one thing that stops the offenders in their tracks. I mean, who would be expecting it? Think about it, how many times have we been treated to a video of some bozo in a business, usually a fast food joint, a convenience store, or Wal Mart. They bust in and make a scene about how they didn't get any fries, or the cashier will not sell them alcohol, even though they have clearly already had enough to drink, or they are not getting some sort of discount. It is at that point that the one-man or, let's be fair, one-woman riot ensues. The cashier is verbally and in some cases physically assaulted, shelves are knocked over and merchandise is thrown to the floor. Right here, is where it should happen, "I'm sorry, but just who do you think you are?!" They would never see it coming, and certainly wouldn't have an answer.
Love watching snowflakes melting down
— Cory Morgan (@CoryBMorgan) November 10, 2023
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Then there are those on video who might think that because their performance is not live, they are somehow exempt. That would be a hard "no." The most recent example that comes to mind, of course in this day and age, is brought to us by TikTok. It is from a recent college grad, busy at her first "real" job. Her problem, her job takes all of her time. She leaves early in the morning and doesn't get home until after dark, leaving her tired and with no time to hang out with friends or have any fun. She thinks that a 4-day work week would be ideal because, well, a 40-hour work week is just too much, and she should somehow be exempt. While for most of us, our first response might be something along the lines of welcoming her to the real world, might I suggest another response, "Who do you think you are?!"
While we chuckle at all of these misfits, they are illustrative of a bigger problem. We have been warned about it for a while, and now we are seeing the results. It is what happens when everyone is special and everyone gets a trophy. For most of these folks, there has really been no accountability for tantrum-throwing their whole life. Their behavior has just been excused with, "Oh, that's just Johnny," and then Johnny was rewarded for it. Well now, Johnny is all grown up, playing loud music that you didn't ask to listen to, yelling about not getting any fries, and toppling the Twinkie display at 7-11. The scientific term for this I believe is "snowflake." But more people should be giving a real-world response, "Who do you think you are?!"
😠Sometimes when you're a snowflake it's sensible to file a report. It will make you feel better...🤠pic.twitter.com/3glM4VQJAM
— Frantruth (@frantruth) November 8, 2023
