Shure and haven’t I been speakin’ the Blarney since I was a wee lass?
Okay, enough of the phony Irish accent. I never was good at it anyway. I just wanted to emphasize the fact that Blarney, that soothing, delightful manner of addressing others is a great way to communicate. You don’t have to be Irish to speak it but it doesn’t hurt.
Blarney just might be the universal second language our world needs, long sought after, a means of expression understood by everyone.
So what is the Blarney anyway? Well, all you need is a soft smile and a sweet, sly voice, or maybe a soft voice and a sweet, sly smile. Sometimes called the Gift O’ Gab, sometimes schmoozing, sometimes soft soap, it’s occasionally rather insultingly referred to as B.S. The Blarney is a much kinder means of communicating, the idea being to establish a good feeling with the person to whom you are speaking. A tiny white lie is never amiss as long as it makes your listener feel good.
Blarney is the perfect language to use with curmudgeons, crabs and cold hearts, or anyone having an off day. When voices get tense and an argument seems imminent, lay on the Blarney and talk the combatants down. When spirits are low Blarney is the way to cheer people up, flattering the bejabbers out of them.
For example, you haven’t slept, the bags under your eyes could hold bowling balls and you look like you barely survived The Perfect Storm. Do you want to hear “Ye gods, what a mess. What happened to you? What does the other guy look like? Go back to bed and get up again.”
Or would you rather hear “Oh, you poor love, you aren’t quite yourself, want to tell me about it?” That’s a no-brainer and that’s why the person now speaking just became your new best friend. So you’re being schmoozed, you know it, it feels good and so do you.
There is a lot of Blarney going around right here at my retirement residence. I hear it all the time and I love it. Whatever the reason, our age group, our similarities, the fact that we all have one foot on the proverbial banana peel, it’s beautiful to our ears. Maybe we’re just naturally nice people, whatever, schmoozing is soothing.
Oh sure, there are always those who can’t resist a snide remark or a snarky comment but they’re few and far between and they just need a good dose of the Blarney to calm them down.
If only our world leaders would learn to use the Blarney, think of the benefits. Once our legislators begin to address one another as “The esteemed gentlewoman or gentleman from the great State of Euphoria” without an undercurrent of sarcasm, they might progress to referring to our president as “That outstanding Statesperson” and really mean it.
He or she in turn could communicate with representatives of the most powerful countries of the world at the next Global Summit in an equally sincere, flattering fashion, thereby setting the stage for success.
Imagine a Global Round Table discussion, current world leaders gathered together. Vladimir Putin and Benjamin Netanyahu are questioning Kim Jung Un about the efficacy of Rogaine on male pattern baldness. Jung Un, who resembles a Chia Pet with the blight, is nodding vigorously, repeating over and over, “Is good, is good” in Korean blarney.
Angela Merkel and Xi Jinping are happily trading recipes for Sauerbraten and General Tso’s Chicken. David Cameron and Francois Hollande have set aside centuries of dissension to agree on the proper pronunciation of such common words as CHANNEL versus CHENEL or the usage of LOO versus PISSOIR. Pope Francis and Italy’s Mattarella toast the fact that neither has ever owed the other rent or taxes; and so it might go.
The African contingent and the Scandinavians are smiling and deep in conversation, as are the Central and South Americans. The Canadians are arm in arm with the Greeks, learning traditional dances. The bad boys from ISIS have been exiled to the kiddies’ table in the corner until they agree to shape up.
Each session begins and ends with the delegates clasping hands, swaying slightly and singing “Kum-BI-YAH”. Pots of herbal tea and platters of Snickerdoodle cookies are consumed. The warm fuzzies break out all over, all because everyone is speaking our common language, the Blarney!
Hey, it’s worth a try!!
Erin Go Bragh!