This.
And now, if I may…
I am Dominican, married to a Dane. There can’t be two cultures more dissimilar when it comes to smoking. Luckily I only see my in-laws once a year, so it keeps some of the discomfort to a minimum.
As Martha Medea said, smoking is rare, and highly unapproved of in the Dominican Republic, only doing drugs rates worse. Booze is our poison of choice.
People don’t have ashtrays in their home. They don’t expect people to smoke when they come to visit. As a smoke-free nation that means that we are not used to the smell, smokers might be refer as disparagingly. I remember people saying that “kissing a smoker was worse than licking a dirty ashtray”.
The problem is that Dominicans, generally speaking, are gracious hosts, at least our version of it. And however much we’ll fucking hate it we’ll rarely tell a guest, that no, they are not allowed to smoke in our home. “Under no fucking circumstances” is what we’d like to say, instead we’d smile and say “sure”. Which fucking sucks.
The best thing, IMHO, is that smokers kept their smoking confined to the zone where people would really feel free to tell them “no”. Asking if they can light one is already plenty rude to me. YMMV. It’s not that smoking makes me sick right now, it’s that a)it’s inconsiderate as it *might *make me sick, and b)I fucking hate the smell, just fart in my face already, while you are at it.
And now we come to my mother in law, a better in-law could not exist, I adore her, bless her soul, but she smokes. Like a choo-choo train. Houses in Denmark are poorly ventilated (it’s fucking cold, it’s better to keep them warm). Studies have found that the air in some Danish homes are way past the level of contaminants that are safe for humans and animals. Contaminants from cigarettes lingers for days, and worse, smokers loose the ability to notice the stench.
My MIL smoked throughout two pregnancies (yet my husband managed to be a good 10 lbs at birth), she’s smoked all her adult life. Last year she buried, within a couple of months, her only sibling and his wife, both died from lung cancer, both were smokers. Yet she hasn’t managed to quit.
She smokes in her home, in front of her non-smoking adult kids, her heart-weak husband and 3 small grandchildren. And yet, she manages not to see anything wrong with that.
My mind is so boggled that… well… I don’t even know what to think. Just thank my lucky stars that we live an ocean away, and that they own a hotel, so we don’t have to stay with them full time when we visit.