You have to have standards

May I start this post by paying my respects to Honey Badger who passed away last night and was quickly half eaten by the rest of the team. RIP HB. Your visit was swift, but treasured.

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Yesterday afternoon I stood in the local fruit and veg shop and argued with the proprietor. You see the news had broken about Mitchell Pearce being a drunken disgrace while he pulled a move on a woman and pretended to root her dog, and my friend was trying to defend him. I was having none of it. Sure, there is the old argument that iPhones have changed the state of play when it comes to personal like versus public life, but it is what it is. I explained that I now had to tell Horatio why one of his favourite players was suspended FOR PRETENDING TO ROOT A DOG, to which he showed great disgust for when I eventually told him.

Anyway, back and forward we went until eventually an elderly lady stopped and started to listen.  She spoke only five words.

“You have to have standards.”

And I looked at her, and agreed. You do have to have standards. Sometimes I wonder how our elderly generation actually copes with the current state of play in our society.

But it got me thinking later, who sets these standards? As much as some people like to think of themselves as the ethical and moral police, (side eye to Fred Nile) the truth is that there is a huge margin as to what is acceptable to some, and not others.

There is a story in the current news cycle about a school who has sent home a letter, asking parents not to turn up to school wearing pyjamas.

“We are trying to raise standards and get better outcomes for the children and we noticed a lot of the parents are turning up to school as well as meetings and assemblies wearing pyjamas, if we’re to raise standards it’s not too much to ask parents to have a wash and get dressed.”

At first, I totally was in agreement with this. Why the hell can’t you get dressed before you take your kids to school? Lazy bastards….

But then I thought about it. I thought about mums who might not have had any sleep that night, and who leapt out of bed with a few minutes to spare and put getting their kid to school on time ahead of popping on a bra. And I thought of my friend Julie, who is doing chemo round eleventy billion for her stage 4 bowel cancer, whom for every day she can drop her kids off at school is an absolute gift. The truth is, you don’t know everyone’s story.

And while I am on this tangent, may I say BRAVO to the Age Newspaper for NOT hiring Mark Latham this week despite the rumours! Now there, there’s some standards.

So in closing, may I ask you this?

When it comes to standards, where does yours sit?

Pyjamas on the school run? Or pearls and Chanel…