Nicely done

A couple of months ago, Meredith nominated me for “nicest person” on Facebook, through one of those uber-annoying applications that I have to download, give all of my information to, and never use again. I thought this was hilarious. Let’s all be honest here... I have no business holding that title. Nor should I even be nominated! I am not nice. And actually the more I think about it, I think that’s okay with me.

What does nice even mean? I find that I default to describing someone as nice when I have nothing else to say about them. Basically someone who I say is nice, is someone who hasn’t really made much of another impression on me. There’s no other descriptor to use for them other than nice. Which basically means nothing. You are a human being, you are blah, you are nice. Back in college, when we were rushing people through our sorority, we actually banned the term nice. We were forced to find other ways to describe the girls besides nice, because nice was the equivalent of having nothing to really say about them at all. Personally, I’d be offended if the only thing someone I met could describe me as was nice. I’d probably even take a description of mean over nice. At least then I made an impression!

Saying someone is nice, is like saying a piece of clothing is cute. Everything is cute. Those jeans are cute. That top is CUTE. It’s like a catchall phrase for nothingness. The entire universe is cute and nice. Must we all be reintroduced to our friend the Thesaurus??...