If any of you read my last blog, you’ll understand why I’m writing this one. I think I may have given the impression that I have been hitting the bottle more than the average bear, and I need to clear the air. For over a week, I’ve been editing video every night and drinking diet cherry 7-up and, though I’ve been open to a good glass of wine or a well-made Manhattan, I’ve stuck with the alcohol-free offerings as part of my promise to put imbibing on haiatus while I accepted a friend’s challenge to see “if I could actually say no to social drinking for a while”. You’ll no doubt be happy to know that I’ve determined that I don’t need alcohol – there’ s no chemical lust there -I just happen to like drinking it with amigos. I didn’t need alcohol this past week and I even drank Diet Coke on St. Patrick’s Day in New London, where it would have been just as easy to down Guinness pints with the rest of the festive party-goers. To want something and to need something is not the same thing, and I now can go forward knowing that when I do drink, it’s not out of necessity. So chalk up my tipsy moments to fun, not tragedy…. Furthermore, though drinking is “bad” to some, the state of intoxication does help you see and think in other ways in which you hadn’t. And it’s these alcohol-induced fuzzy moments that – paradoxically – allow you to see more clearly. Take, for example, the sign I saw the night that my alma mater, UConn, lost in the NCAA tournament to San Diego (ten years ago I would have been on suicide watch!). I was on my best behavior, sitting in a bar in Midtown Manhattan sipping their namesake drink (Makers Manhattan, rocks) even as my team embarassed itself against a low seed in the first round of the annual March Madness tourney.
After a horrendous loss, I decided to relieve myself in the Men’s Room in hopes that the cleansing of my physical system would cleanse my psyche as well. No dice. However, I did – for the first time in my many years – pay close attention to the sign on the wall above the sink….one that we’ve all seen more times than we can even remember: “All Employees Must Wash Their Hands”. Until that moment, the significance of this sign never hit me, and yet there it was. Being that the sign was both tragic and hilarious at the same time, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Yes, it’s driven by public health regulations that target the limited number of employees whose behaviors can affect the health of many, many more whom they serve. But has anyone ever really thought about how ridiculous – and how utterly tragic- the need for this placard is?
What it says is that human beings left to their own devices – even almost 3,000 years after the Romans advanced the concept of sewers to drain waste from the city – may still forget the old adage that tells us to “never crap where you eat”. It says that we are not responsible enough to follow the rules of basic hygiene even when there is running hot water and antibacterial soap right there in front of our faces, everywhere we turn. Yes, that means that though we all know that “poo” is bad, and bacteria can harm us, we will still leave a bathroom (even a PUBLIC bathroom) without properly disinfecting ourselves. In fact, many people will not even give their hands a quick rinse in even the coldest of water. Believe it or not, we’ll grab a toilet seat (or worse), look proudly in the mirror, and walk out into the bar without washing and, even more tragically, without shame. I read a summary of one study that found that 33% of males in the United States don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom. Thirty-three percent! Lord help us.
What has the world come to when, in the 21st century, we have to put up signs to get our best and brightest to comply with the advancements of modern science that were so graciously gifted to us by greater generations before us? How far have we come when – in the 21st Century – the “unwashed masses” is actually an apt and – worse yet – literally-correct description??? I often think back to Martin Luther King Jr.’s dreams in these instances, and wonder to myself what he – or our other forefathers – would have said had they seen the sign “Employees Must Wash Their Hands” so many years after they gave their last so that those that came after them could live a better life. Let me tell you something: I have a dream today, too. It’s not as noble as the end of civil rights abuses or a notion of equality, nor is it an aspiration for world peace or an end to tyranny over the world’s oppressed peoples. My dream is that one day in my lifetime, when I meet someone new, I can shake his hand and simply wonder where it has been…rather than having the knowledge that there is a one-in-three chance I may as well go shake hands with the toilet seat……