I remember being at church one Easter morning when I was about twelve and overhearing what I refer to as the "Biddy Brigade" critiquing the clothes and hats that other women were wearing. One spoke up and said, "You know, I think Malvena is color-blind, bless her heart." Malvena (not her real name but close) was resplendent in day-glow, hot pink. Her cheeks were pink, her lipstick was pink...even her shoes, bag, corsage and eyeshadow were pink. I sang in the choir and all eyes in the loft were constantly drawn to that eye-blinding spot of pink in the congregation. I know she thought the looks she received were admiring and I had to give her an A for having Chutzpah (chooots-pah?) enough to wear what she liked.
These days, people are prone to just put out those zingers without adding the softener at the end. But I have a lot of hearts I want to bless. For instance:
The adoption industry seems to smugly believe that we Mothers are no threat to them, Bless their Hearts.
That PAP bashed me online because she is still insecure about adopting, Bless her Heart.
My child's adopter went into a nasty tailspin when my child found me, Bless her Heart.
Those folks seem to think they are more entitled to our children than we are, Bless their Hearts.
Everyone connected with adoption seems to think that we mothers should take a back seat and suffer. How silly, Bless their Hearts.
Gee! We are still treated like teenage delinquents and our adult children are still treated like infants. These people are seriously deluded, Bless their Hearts.
Michelle Bachmann is bat guano crazy, Bless her Heart. (Sorry...had to throw that one in)
So, you see that any allusion to or critique of delusional, greedy, arrogant and rapacious behavior, such as that which abounds in the world of surrender coercion, the Industry of Adoption, and the rabid market for babies can get the Steel Magnolia treatment by just adding a "Bless his/her/their Heart(s)" with a sympathetic smile, to the end.
Then you look at your friend, grin really big, and wink.