I see the political, ethnic, gender, and every other possible combination of harassment, inequality, and entitlement controversy and can't help but feel it boils down to a very simple principle: Don't be a dick.
It's on cold nights like tonight that I remember my grandmother telling me to always wear underwear when wearing pants that have a zipper. She was chock full of wise sayings like that. All I remember about my grandfather is that he had one testicle. Obviously, one of us wasn't listening.
If a ghost was spotted in today's age of rampant social media, I would wager the Ghostbusters would receive more Tweets than phone calls. If so, would they still need the snarky receptionist? I suppose she could learn to maintain their Facebook page and online presence. Snapchat would definitely see an upswing in activity. Pics or it isn't sliming you or cooking eggs on your kitchen counter.
Sometimes I know I'm a logical, free-thinking individual with valid opinions and important contributions to be made to the social fabric of our global wide social infrastructure. I know, like everyone else on this planet, I have a voice that matters and making it heard is paramount to our mutual success.
Just some times. The rest of the time I know it's the aliens testing me.
There will always be those who don't like you no matter how good a person you are. Of course, there will always be those who refuse to cover their mouth when they cough. You'll be much happier if you just avoid them both.
The idiom that "just because you can do something doesn't mean you should", too often conflicts with other important words to live by, such as "do what makes you happy". Like farting in crowded elevators and pointing to the person beside you. That stuff is just too funny to take off the table.