I’d like to appeal for the return of the stiff upper lip. Yes, it’s probably a bit old fashioned and maybe even repressed. Maybe someone could tell me how that’s a bad thing.
Everywhere you turn people are blubbing, sobbing, wailing, weeping – snot and tears all over the place. You could argue that the people on Big Brother don’t know better, but, really, enough.
Any Dream Will Do. Stop it. It’s supposed to be pantomime – no one howls when the wicked stepmother gets booed.
It’s probably true that bottling it up isn’t good for you – that supressing your feelings could turn you loopy. But if the mascara streams and the faces go all blotchy at the slightest sign of any emotion then what’s left in the pot for the real misery?
And in any case I fear this might be the tip of the iceberg. Think about it, at one point emotions were for home alone and private along with nose picking, belching, farting and wanking.
So if sobbing is out of the closet, how long before the rest follow?