Romeo & Juliet: SCENE I. Verona. A public place.
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I was driving along on day pulling out of a slip lane on to the road, checking that there was no one coming I merged in. Only a moment latter I was met with a violent horn, roaring from a Jaguar at my rear. He quickly pulled around me, but slowed down as he passed to affectionately signal his approval… I in return waved apologetically.
The signifier of “flipping the bird” has always existed to antagonize is recipient and in doing so rendered it ineffective to me. Not because I take some higher road of self indulged edict, but I because I am convinced that a polite wave poisoned with sarcasim sends a better message.