What a beautiful smile
Every morning I interact with the same Italians – some guards, the coffee guy, and maybe the portiere. And some of them say hello, and some of them smile, and some of them mostly ignore me and act like they’ve never seen me before.
Except when I dress up. When I put on some nice clothes (especially a skirt and heels) and I do my hair, and put on some makeup and some big Italian earrings … everyone is very friendly. “Buongiorno!” (big smile) The people who normally ignore me say hello and smile. The people who normally say hello, chat a little bit and smile more than normal. People I’ve never seen before say hi as they pass me in the parking lot. It’s a whole different experience. And I find that I walk with a bit of a bounce in my step. “Everyone is so nice today!”
And then I put two and two together, and I realize that they are all really superficial.
Beauty and clothing are disproportionately important here. So, on the one hand it’s nice to have the positive reinforcement that I look nice today. On the other hand … really? You can’t just be nice to people because you’re a nice person?
on an unrelated note:
Italian Logic: Oxymoron.
example: At 845 am, during the height of morning rush hour, half of a main road is shut down, ‘causing congestion and backups a couple of blocks away. Why? They’ve decided that morning rush hour is the best time to repaint the light poles.