Funny that both my parents smoked like chimneys and I've never smoked, not even one cigarette. My mom died from emphysema. At one point, she said that she'd rather smoke than breathe.
I'm not interested in telling anyone what to do or how to live, except for not making too much noise after bedtime, driving slow in the fast lane, not putting their feet on the furniture, talking too loudly on their cell phone and I think it would be nice if men took their hats off inside or when eating. "Please" and "Thank you" would be nice too.
Those are the exact values with which I was raised.
So many things irritate me about men today.
If I had sat down at the table with a hat on, my mother would have slapped me silly.
If I had asked for the salt and didn't say "please" and "thank you" I would have gotten a tongue lashing.
If I had preceded a woman into a door without holding it open for her first, I would have gotten a thirty minute lecture on manners, and that's what it's all about - manners!
At the same time, if I had ever told my dad that his cigarette smoke from his roll ur owns was bothering me, he'd have told me to go sit outside and shutup.
It's a live and let live world, and it all comes back to manners.