Mr. Man-ners (13): Dead Dads, Lost, DJ, Breast, Marilyn Monroe, Pat Robertson, Ariel Sharon, Devil, Israel, Nielson, ER, Hostel, Rick Steeves, Qentin

Dear Mr. Man-ners:
My dad recently died and I’m lost without him. He was my strength, my hope, my light. How do I go on?
Lost

Dear Lost:
Get lost (on some remote, time-deficient island!). Oops, sorry, you already are. It's called life. We all have to deal with tragedy in one form or another. Think 12 miners died and 1 survived (this after the families were told 13 survived). Now that’s a tragedy of mammoth proportion. You didn’t say much about your father, but it sounds like he gave you lots of memories. Cherish those—and stop whining—at least you had a Dad who was worth having (some children have abusive fathers they have to kill to get away from!).
Mr. Man-ners

Dear Mr. Man-ners:
I was listening to a talk show and some DJ was guessing women’s breast sizes? What do you make of that?
Not a Caller

Dear Not a Caller:
It’s called the sexing down of America. It all started with Marilyn Monroe and her push-up bras. I’m just grateful it was just breasts. There would be a problem if they were guessing penis sizes.
Mr. Man-ners

Dear Mr. Man-ners:
What do you make of that comment that Pat Robertson said that Ariel Sharon had his strokes because he was in league with the devil—or some such thing?
News Watcher

Dear News Watcher:
I heard the comment. It’s Pat’s way of indicating his own allegiance—to the devil! How can he be so callous? I thought Christians were supposed to have a forgiving heart? Isn’t that why Tammy Faye went back to her husband so many years ago (NOT! It was the money for all her makeup). I say let Pat preach in Israel and let’s see if he gets out alive!
Mr. Man-ners

Dear Mr. Man-ners:
Did you watch that TV lineup on Thursday night in Chicago. It’s all comedies?
A Nielson Watcher

Dear A Nielson Watcher:
Don’t you have anything better to do? I do! I was reading a book (still it was cool how Earl found out his brother actually started that barn fire). I was checking my email (still it was sad how difficult it was for Abby to decide to keep the baby on ER). I was paying my bills (still it was weird that The Office was on some kind of boat). Get a life! Watch television in between all the other things you have to do—just like I do!
Mr. Man-ners

Dear Mr. Man-ners:
I went to see Hostel this weekend. What a letdown! I expected to see what it's like to stay in hostels in Europe and get almost a travelogue. The first half was like a slasher movie and the second half was like a revenge flick. Are my standards too high?
Disappointed Fan

Dear Disappointed Fan:
The answer is, Yes your standards are too high! If you want to get a travelogue--watch Rick Steeves! Okay, so I admit--the film doesn't hold together too well. But don't you just love all that sex, nudity and violence? If only there was a plot. But, hey, this was a Quentin Tarrantino movie--did you expect there to be one? Did you really expect a romance? Get real.
Mr. Man-ners