I’m in Atlanta right now, and last night I came home to my friend’s apartment from da club absolutely saturated with cigarette smoke. It was in my hair, still is in my clothes, my purse, everything. And you know what? It’s really not that big of a deal.
Getting smoke all over you at a dive bar or a show venue is just part of the experience, and smelling it in your hair the day after, while you walk weary-eyed into the workplace, is no worse than not being able to wash that entrance stamp off the back of your hand. Everybody in your office knows you went out last night, who cares if they can smell it as well as see it?
I’m not a smoker, and I understand that sometimes you just want to go to a bar that smells and feels clean. But the sense of entitlement dripping from some recent comments on this site (ahem) reek far more than my hair did this morning. Next you people will be complaining about how you can’t do a little gardening without getting your hands dirty.
Admit it. The main reason you have the attitude of smoking as “disgusting” is because you’re a product of years of anti-smoking marketing campaigns that now saturate the media outlets. Just like so many decades ago, when smoking was cool because all the moviestars did it.