Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Equality
Equal rights for women has come a long way since I was a young woman and I'd say one hundred percent of it is necessary and right, and wanted.
Along side of that are the somewhat dubious things that seem to be stitched right up close to the ideas people have of being equal.
For example what we euphemistically called potty mouths back in the day is becoming the norm in many places. I'm not really offended by it. In fact, I have been known to use it to great effect in some instances and maybe that is my problem.
Once all the adjectives and adverbs and even many nouns are whittled down to a certain word, that word begins to lack punch. Not to mention it lacks true descriptive meaning in any specific way. And so far no one has come up with a really good replacement, one that will knock those you aim it at off balance and make them understand just how vile you believe they are.
Another example of an equal rights codicil seems to be stooping to the lowest level of that which you are wanting to be the equal of. I'm talking about not talking. I'm talking about punching people with your fists and kicking them with your Christian Louboutin stilettos. Just because you leave an imprint of your Cartier diamond on their cheek doesn't mean you aren't wallowing in the sty.
There are all sorts of equal and some of them are not particularly helpful. I for one have no desire to join in when someone's bellow is the signal to gather on the fourth hole and watch a nine iron turn golf into a blood sport.
I realize crude is in "IN" now. For all I know state dinners are served ala fingers with white lightning chasers, but that doesn't mean it is preferable or that I have to follow suit.
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