As a child I was told if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. On occasions, choosing not to speak to a person when I didn't have anything nice to say has made me the mean girl.
My daughter brings home cute poems from school about being kind as her teachers are tailoring their messaging in a developmentally appropriate way for children learning social skills, and I'm all for this. Kids haven't developed the filter we learn, or perhaps the muzzle, as we develop, only to be thrown out the window of our assisted living arrangement when we decide we are too old to care what anyone thinks anymore.
The "Be Kind" messaging has taken off. Ellen de Generes started it and we all know how that ended up, but New Zealand started throwing it around like a lolly scramble last year, admittedly at a time of extreme uncertainty and heightened emotions when our essential workers didn't deserve any a**hole behaviour. They still don't.
Since then, it's become a firm part of the female vernacular. If you hear men saying it, then please forgive me for my generalisation, but it's emblazoned across women's T-shirts all over Etsy, written in brush lettering for quotes, and it adorns the ubiquitous coffee cups clutched in kitchens across Instagram.