That question—"is rudeness on the rise?"—implicitly suggests that we might be in the throes of an epidemic, that rudeness is contagious. Such a diagnosis implies we're not rude until we "catch" rudeness from someone else. You can't help catching a cold right? And if someone's rude to you, you can't help being rude back, right? Wrong. This notion of contagious rudeness absolves us of responsibility.

I think of it more as a latent virus we all carry. Gross, I know, but helpful...and hopeful. You know how when you feel stressed, or run-down, or Bart in HR forgets to sneeze into his elbow, you "happen" to get sick—because you're in an environment that activates a virus? I think it's the same with rudeness: It's this little beast inside us that just trolls about, waiting for its opportunity. And when someone is rude to us, that beastie lunges out of us—if we let it. 

What this acknowledgment of our inner rude beastie does is create a little compassion, a little space, a little "there but for the grace of God go I" when we encounter the rudeness of others.

Like any kind of chronic condition, we have to stay on top of it. If only there were a rudeness alert system so we could be prepared. You know, like the UV Index or the Air Quality Alert—Al Roker could tell you, "There's a cold effrontery hitting your neck of the woods!" Alas, we have stay on top of our own latent rudeness. If we own it, watch it, then we can take some spiritual vitamin C to keep it dormant. We can carry with us emotional Purell so we're not at the mercy of others' bad behavior.

Remember Quiet Car Lady? Well, a gentleman pointed to a sign that read "QUIET CAR. NO CELL PHONES." This was more productive than my passive-aggressive stare. Madame ended her call (something about Michel going to le plage and la plume de ma tante? I really have to bone up on my French...) and immediately said: "No cell phone? I'm sorry...I did not know." Pop! My self-righteous bubble burst. I was so glad I hadn't been ruder, more imperious. She was human; she was sorry.

The other day, I was invited to visit a K–8 school in Harlem. Purell dispensers dotted the hallway walls. This school was taking precautions against getting sick. But a sign of even more robust health? Every single kid I passed stopped, introduced him or herself, and shook my hand. In their classrooms, they stood up before talking to me. Some seventh-grade boys in "Conflict Resolution" class explained to me how when they get upset, they check their "anger barometer." While this made me feel very, very old, it also filled me with hope. Seems like they're doing some hand and heart sanitizing.

Faith Salie is a writer, actor, and humorist who contributes to O, The Oprah Magazine’s ethics column. She is a television commentator and a former public radio host.

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