(Spoilers for most recent ep of L&O:Criminal Intent)
Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean - what respect means to me doesn't matter. What matters is how others use or or don't use it.
I can respect myself and respect those around me...I can attempt to teach my kids respect. My parents ingrained it in me, after all. I tell my boys how they are supposed to treat women. While I'm at it I should tell them not to be guppies, like me. Not to be fools.
One might imagine that a man in my shoes would learn how to spot a lecherous woman from miles away. The kind of woman that wants the gullible men. The nice guys as we're called. There's that phrase - nice guys finish last. Those women eat it up. And I'm not one to argue that it isn't true. I like to see myself as a nice guy. The good man. But maybe she's right...
"-and some of them are just fools."
I could hate her, sure. A part of me certainty does. At the same time, though, I hate myself. Once more, Danny Ross is made a fool of. Once more he tries to do what's right. And what happens? I'm shown that it doesn't matter.
It's why the respectful man, such as myself, sits alone every night with a beer and microwavable dinner.
cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.
And hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
"Well Respected Man - The Kinks
217 (w/out quote and lyrics)