To Double Kiss or to Not Double Kiss
To Double Kiss or to Not Double Kiss
At cocktail parties there seems to be a lot of people double kissing — a gaggle of revellers who insist that one kiss is not enough; that if you kiss them you are going to have to turn the other cheek.
This is how it goes. You say, “Oh, hi!” and move toward the person, perhaps kissing them on one side of the cheek, and then just when you’re about to move on to the next person, they pull you back in for the second smooch. Frankly, it feels contrived, affected really, but when I expressed my concern to one partygoer, she said, “Dahling, the double kiss is so Montreal.” She said it with a British accent (even though she’s from Napanee), which proves my point. I thought comedy festivals, bagels and bars open until 3 a.m. were so Montreal, but apparently that makes me uncouth.
To prevent you from making the same social faux pas, here are some of the latest trends for the seasoned greeter:
1. People from Toronto hug.
2. People from Montreal double kiss.
3. People from Montreal (who do yoga) double kiss and double bow.
Sometimes the greeting takes longer than the entire conversation.
This double kissing has also leaked into the business world. I travel a lot for work. One week I was in Montreal and later in the same week I was in Toronto in hopes of securing a particular deal. During a momentary lapse of memory, I forgot which city I was in, leaned in and double kissed my perspective client — right on the smacker. I turned red and said, “It’s so Montreal.” Suffice it to say, I got the job.
My point is that no matter what city you live in, the double kiss does not belong at work. Can you imagine Donald Trump saying, “It’s a done deal; we double kissed on it.” In fact, in some businesses the double kiss means the deal’s off; that when you get home there’ll be a horse head in your bed — lest we forget the Godfather movies.
The reason I’m protesting this so much is because I had just gotten the whole hugging thing down. I had learned to hug just the right amount of time, not too tight, not too long. I had learned to put down my purse so I could do it with both arms. People have actually said, “Deb, you are a good hugger.” Others have said, “You can let go now; you’re acting like a stalker.”
But it is a miracle I can hug at all, given where I come from. My people are a repressed tribe; we’re Irish. It’s not that body contact is repulsive to us — we love a good bar fight — but we don’t go around touching people when we’re sober. When I was growing up, if a woman embraced you it was likely she was burping you or performing the Heimlich maneuvre. Some of the tenderest moments of my childhood were when I had a piece of gristle lodged in my windpipe.
And the men? Well, they stood outside by the truck and if a woman walked by, they put their eyes to the ground for fear they should turn to stone. Sure, there was an occasional relative who would say, “Come on, give us a hug.” That one uncle would hug, the one you wanted to avoid like the plague, the same one who would come up to my aunts and say, “Why don’t you ladies, smile?” Like women are supposed to walk around grinning all day!
Then about 10 years ago, it all started to change. I’m not sure if it was the bumper sticker Have you Hugged Your Kid Today? or when my sister was on a walking tour of Italy and fell in love with a lovely Italian fellow named Mario — and as a result of that inter-affectionate union hugging became part of the norm. Like the ubiquitous spinach dip, it began showing up at every family event. We’re now hugging at birthdays, baptisms, funerals and reunions. It’s a regular hugging frenzy, a real hug-o’-war.
Relatives that never liked you because you were from that side of the family are hugging willy-nilly, which is totally confusing as far as I’m concerned. If you give hugs to relatives you don’t like, how will they know they’ve been written out of the will?
Random hugging like this starts to feel forced. It has no meaning; a lot like the standing ovation. People in this country stand up for anything. Maybe a Grade 3 student’s harp recital of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star doesn’t actually require you to jump to your feet and yell, “Encore!” Half the time, I’m not sure if the audience likes the performance or they’re trying to beat the rush in the parking lot.
So instead of running around hugging and double kissing, maybe we could return to the handshake. The handshake has fallen out of favour because there is a fear that perhaps people didn’t thoroughly wash their maw after using the toilet, but I say we haven’t stopped eating burgers prepared by people who don’t wash their hands after using the toilet, so let’s not get fussy.
The handshake is acceptable with people you know and people you don’t. It says, “I may like you. I may not. You’ll never know.” The handshake is two hands coming together. You can look a person in the eye, so they can’t pick-pocket you. And as a hostess, it is still the most accurate barometer of the mood of your guests. If you shake a person’s hand and it’s limp like a dishrag it means their blood sugar is low, so it’s best to rustle up some canapés. Or if one of your guests gives you a death-grip handshake — you know, the kind that breaks the small bones of your writing hand — then he or she will be the one you call into the kitchen when you need help unscrewing a jar of beets.
Whether we shake hands, hug or double kiss, I just think we should all get on the same page. Whatever we decide, it should reflect the times we’re living in. With the onslaught of global warming, maybe it’s time hand-held fans come back into vogue. Not those hand-held electric jobbies, but the old-fashioned fan, like the ones from a Jane Austin movie. We could sit coyly on the divan and flutter it back and forth in front of our faces. Of course, at my age, people might not know if I was saying hello or having a hot flash.
To Double Kiss or to Not Double Kiss - To learn more about this author, visit Deborah Kimmett's Website.
Like this article? Share it with your friends
At cocktail parties there seems to be a lot of people double kissing — a gaggle of revellers who insist that one kiss is not enough; that if you kiss them you are going to have to turn the other cheek.
This is how it goes. You say, “Oh, hi!” and move toward the person, perhaps kissing them on one side of the cheek, and then just when you’re about to move on to the next person, they pull you back in for the second smooch. Frankly, it feels contrived, affected really, but when I expressed my concern to one partygoer, she said, “Dahling, the double kiss is so Montreal.” She said it with a British accent (even though she’s from Napanee), which proves my point. I thought comedy festivals, bagels and bars open until 3 a.m. were so Montreal, but apparently that makes me uncouth.
To prevent you from making the same social faux pas, here are some of the latest trends for the seasoned greeter:
1. People from Toronto hug.
2. People from Montreal double kiss.
3. People from Montreal (who do yoga) double kiss and double bow.
Sometimes the greeting takes longer than the entire conversation.
This double kissing has also leaked into the business world. I travel a lot for work. One week I was in Montreal and later in the same week I was in Toronto in hopes of securing a particular deal. During a momentary lapse of memory, I forgot which city I was in, leaned in and double kissed my perspective client — right on the smacker. I turned red and said, “It’s so Montreal.” Suffice it to say, I got the job.
My point is that no matter what city you live in, the double kiss does not belong at work. Can you imagine Donald Trump saying, “It’s a done deal; we double kissed on it.” In fact, in some businesses the double kiss means the deal’s off; that when you get home there’ll be a horse head in your bed — lest we forget the Godfather movies.
The reason I’m protesting this so much is because I had just gotten the whole hugging thing down. I had learned to hug just the right amount of time, not too tight, not too long. I had learned to put down my purse so I could do it with both arms. People have actually said, “Deb, you are a good hugger.” Others have said, “You can let go now; you’re acting like a stalker.”
But it is a miracle I can hug at all, given where I come from. My people are a repressed tribe; we’re Irish. It’s not that body contact is repulsive to us — we love a good bar fight — but we don’t go around touching people when we’re sober. When I was growing up, if a woman embraced you it was likely she was burping you or performing the Heimlich maneuvre. Some of the tenderest moments of my childhood were when I had a piece of gristle lodged in my windpipe.
And the men? Well, they stood outside by the truck and if a woman walked by, they put their eyes to the ground for fear they should turn to stone. Sure, there was an occasional relative who would say, “Come on, give us a hug.” That one uncle would hug, the one you wanted to avoid like the plague, the same one who would come up to my aunts and say, “Why don’t you ladies, smile?” Like women are supposed to walk around grinning all day!
Then about 10 years ago, it all started to change. I’m not sure if it was the bumper sticker Have you Hugged Your Kid Today? or when my sister was on a walking tour of Italy and fell in love with a lovely Italian fellow named Mario — and as a result of that inter-affectionate union hugging became part of the norm. Like the ubiquitous spinach dip, it began showing up at every family event. We’re now hugging at birthdays, baptisms, funerals and reunions. It’s a regular hugging frenzy, a real hug-o’-war.
Relatives that never liked you because you were from that side of the family are hugging willy-nilly, which is totally confusing as far as I’m concerned. If you give hugs to relatives you don’t like, how will they know they’ve been written out of the will?
Random hugging like this starts to feel forced. It has no meaning; a lot like the standing ovation. People in this country stand up for anything. Maybe a Grade 3 student’s harp recital of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star doesn’t actually require you to jump to your feet and yell, “Encore!” Half the time, I’m not sure if the audience likes the performance or they’re trying to beat the rush in the parking lot.
So instead of running around hugging and double kissing, maybe we could return to the handshake. The handshake has fallen out of favour because there is a fear that perhaps people didn’t thoroughly wash their maw after using the toilet, but I say we haven’t stopped eating burgers prepared by people who don’t wash their hands after using the toilet, so let’s not get fussy.
The handshake is acceptable with people you know and people you don’t. It says, “I may like you. I may not. You’ll never know.” The handshake is two hands coming together. You can look a person in the eye, so they can’t pick-pocket you. And as a hostess, it is still the most accurate barometer of the mood of your guests. If you shake a person’s hand and it’s limp like a dishrag it means their blood sugar is low, so it’s best to rustle up some canapés. Or if one of your guests gives you a death-grip handshake — you know, the kind that breaks the small bones of your writing hand — then he or she will be the one you call into the kitchen when you need help unscrewing a jar of beets.
Whether we shake hands, hug or double kiss, I just think we should all get on the same page. Whatever we decide, it should reflect the times we’re living in. With the onslaught of global warming, maybe it’s time hand-held fans come back into vogue. Not those hand-held electric jobbies, but the old-fashioned fan, like the ones from a Jane Austin movie. We could sit coyly on the divan and flutter it back and forth in front of our faces. Of course, at my age, people might not know if I was saying hello or having a hot flash.
To Double Kiss or to Not Double Kiss - To learn more about this author, visit Deborah Kimmett's Website.
Like this article? Share it with your friends
 | |
 |
No article feedback found. |
| |
Leave Your Feedback |
 | |
| |||
|
To learn more about the Evan Elite Author Program please contact us. |
 | |
|  |
Subscribe to Deborah's articles
 | |
|
|  |
 |
|
Deborah Kimmett Video - "It's Important" by Deborah Kimmett
|
|
|
 | |||||||
|
 | ||
 |
||
 |
||
 |
||
|
| ||
 |
| Have you written articles that would be of value to entrepreneurs? Become an expert on our site by publishing them! Expose yourself to a wide audience, drive more traffic to your website and get more sales! Click Here for details. |
|
|
 |
| Modeling the Masters: Learn the true secrets behind Walt Disney's business success factors & grow your company! Video produced by Phanta Media |
|
|
 |
"Learn straight from Evan how you can Make a Full Time Income (And More) from a Website"
Click Here To Learn More |
|
|
|
|
Get advice & tips from famous business owners, new articles by entrepreneur experts, my latest website updates, & special sneak peaks at what's to come!
|
|
|
 Romance to the Dance Press Advertising Measure Customer Loyalty Ezine Choices EMPLOYMENT PRACTICES LIABILITY |
|
 | ||
 |
Top 50 Debt Blogs
Learn To Get Out Of Debt | |
 |
Top 50 Franchising Blogs
Top 50 Franchising Blogs | |
| ||
 | ||||
| ||||
|
| ||||
| ||||
|
|
|
|
|
||||||||||||
|
Email us your ideas on how to make our website more valuable! Thank you Sharon from Toronto Salsa Lessons / Classes for your suggestions to make the newsletter look like the website and profile younger entrepreneurs like Jennifer Lopez and Sean Combs!
|
|
|
| ||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||