Jello Hello.

[This post is not really about Mini-Me but she thinks all my posts should be about her. You can either (a) skip to the 4th paragraph to get to the real story behind this post or (b) carry on and read all about Princess Mini-Me. Just know that if you chose option (b), you’re helping me to score brownie points with her, to which I will use to my advantage at a later date when I need to open a can of whoop-a** on her for breaking one of my many laws.]

Mini-Me recently enjoyed a long weekend in Chicago at my sister’s. Before leaving she complained that her allergies were pretty bad and she was worried that she might be getting sick. Of course, the night she arrived in Chicago she texted me that she was sick. She muddled through her weekend and made it back home. She had a super early return flight and I knew that when I picked her up from the airport, she was not going to be her normal perky, bubbly self. Yep, she looked terrible. Poor kid – she had to suffer through two flights with what we later found out was an ear infection.

I called her pediatrician on the ride home from the airport to get her an appointment for that afternoon. They could only see her if we could come right then. We were 2 hours away from home. Neither of us worried because she could just go to the urgent care facility instead. We like going to the urgent care near our house since The Weez, Mini-Me and I have developed a crush on Dr. Brian. He’s our own personal Dr. Dreamy McSteamy. I don’t know how we’ve managed it, but he tends to treat the girls more often than any of the other doctors on staff. Maybe that’s just God giving me a little blessing wrapped in a lab coat. Thank you, God. You are so good.

On this visit, Dr. Dreamy McSteamy was nowhere to be found. Oh well, can’t win ‘em all. Today’s doctor was a very pleasant, polite, gray-haired and slightly round man. As he walked into the room, he greeted me first, as he should because it’s my insurance and I’m the mom. He clearly understood this personal rule of mine, made direct eye contact with me and outstretched his hand to shake mine and said “Hi mom. What seems to be the trouble?” I could barely answer his question because his super-girly-weak-limp-wrist-princess-handshake left me speechless. How could a grown-a**, educated, medical professional allow his first impression to be so effeminate?

The jello hello handshake is epidemic. I believe in firm handshakes. Is it because my dad raised his daughters to be as strong and independent as men? Is it because manners were a priority in my child-rearing? Is it because I’m a slightly aggressive personality? I halfway expect a princess handshake from a woman, but I am utterly shocked every time a man does it. Actually, it kinda grosses me out. When someone offers their limp wrist to me, it forces me to reciprocate in fear that I’ll snatch their hand off otherwise. That really ticks me off.

I conducted extensive research (by extensive I mean that I clicked on the first 3 links of my Google search) in hopes of getting real answers to this jello hello. Every article I found supports the firm handshake. Forbes Magazine rates a weak handshake as the 3rd worst body language mistake. hit the nail on the head. “Have a weak shake? Don’t be surprised if she quickly loses interest and waves you away.” TAKE NOTE, MEN.  The third article was from  In their study for the perfect handshake, they came up with 8 characteristics that make the best handshake. I learned that firm handshakes are more important to women than men.  Hhmm? Maybe that explains why Dr. NOT Dreamy McSteamy didn’t care to offer a firm handshake.

Since Forbes and Askmen and Everyday Psychology all agree that a firm handshake is very presentable, I wondered what Ms. Emily Post had to say. She is the premier expert on all things etiquette, after all.

Emily Post says,

Do the next five things with everyone you meet and you are well on your way to success!

    • Look them in the eye.
    • Give a firm handshake.
    • Greet them – “How do you do?” or “How do you do, Mrs. ________”
    • When saying your name, say it slowly and clearly.
    • Smile!

So, there you go. Next time some one offers me a jello hello, I’m going to grab their hand with both my hands and squeeze with all get-out. It’s a public service really.  Don’t tell the world that you’re a limp biscuit. Give a firm handshake and then you’re “well on your way to success!”


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