I can’t get over how good you look.
You’re so lucky.
If I ate like you…I’d look like a house.
You don’t look happy in that.
That sweater is…interesting.
I just think it’s a little young for you.
It’s a hat, all right.
You’re more of a “street smart” kind of guy.
You’re not the kind of girl guys date; you’re the kind of girl they marry.
You're so evolved…for a man.
You’re so real.
As a perfectly bred broad, let me be perfectly clear.
The back-handed compliment really should be called a back-handed cutdown because there’s absolutely nothing complimentary about these sort of comments. Worse than actual criticism, they drip with condescension, as though I am too thick to pick up on what you’re really saying. Oh, I get it. And it sucks. You suck.
Spit it out and say what you mean, or keep your rude trap shut. If this dress makes my skin look like a rotten cantaloupe, I’d sorta like to know. If you think I said something inane, keep it to yourself. With loads of etiquette options in front of you, don’t secretly delight in choosing the road less mannered. Don’t rationalize away the passive-aggressive comment by believing you’re refraining from saying what you really think. Instead of demonstrating tact, you’re just putting the ass in class.
And in case that was unclear in any way, that’s not a compliment.
What less-than-kind "compliment" sticks in your craw?