Political Correctness Is Sooooo Gay!!

Yesterday I discussed the use of the word, “retarded” and the offense and outrage it causes to some.

Today…?

I’ll discuss the use of the word, “gay”. As in, “Man, that is sooooo gay.” or “Dude, you are sooooo gay.”

Or even more so, “Your AMC Pacer is sooooo fucking gay!!”

I guess the use of the word “gay” in those contexts are, much like the word “retarded”, offensive to some people.

Let me tell you all…

It isn’t offensive to me.

In fact, I am just taking back the word from those tube steak lovin’ guys and rug chewin’ chicks who hijacked a word that used to have such a pleasant meaning.

Gay used to mean…happy, joyful, merry. The homosexuals hijacked the word, and applied it to their, Affront-to-GAWD Almighty behavior and lifestyle.

I don’t recall happy, joyful, merry people crying into their champagne coolies when the definition of the word changed, unlike the gay folks do today when their definition is used in a "hurtful" way.

Suck it up, girlie men and manly girls, at least no one is calling you retarded. Well…

Unless you’re Perez Hilton, because in addition to being one, gay, bitter pud-humper, he is incredibly retarded as well.

In spite of the scowls of others, I use the word, “gay”, in the context of silly, stupid, or childish.

Now seriously, is my meaning and use of the word closer to the original meaning, or the meaning used by members of the “gay” community?

Another thing I truly dislike about the anti-gay word use are the public service announcements that are running.

Hell, Hillary Duff (purrrrrrrrrrrrr) does an “anti-that is so gay” use ad. I guess she hates me now.

That’s too bad because, I find her and her sister kinda hot. Ha. Kidding. I’m not into young chicks.

In fact, if a chick is younger than 22, I don’t care how smokin’ hot she is, I won’t imagine her naked.

Okay, who am I kidding? If she’s younger than 14, I don’t care how smokin’ hot she is, I won’t imagine her naked.

But I digress…Here’s my point, Bitches…

There is a frequent commenter and Bagwine friend Vinny (Italian descent), whom I call a “Dago” from time to time.

Of course, looking at that cute picture of him, I should probably call him a “Gaygo”…anyhoo…

He will call me a Mick or a drunken Irishman from time to time. We mean nothing hurtful by it, because we know how each other's truly feels about the other.

(Of course, given our feelings, that begs the question: Why aren’t we simply calling each other, “asshole?”)

Additionally, meanings of words change…they evolve and morph into different meanings over time. It’s not a big deal; it happens. So folks, suck it up.

We will all, over our lives, say hurtful things, and “politically incorrect” things, but I don’t care much for political correctness.

I am much more concerned as to the context and tenor in which a word or phrase is used, and more importantly…

About the “human correctness” and actions of another, not necessarily a frowned upon word or phrase they may use.

Cheers!!

Hell Yeah, I'm Retarded!!

Katherine tagged me to write a post that utilizes the word, “retarded”.

I don’t usually bow to the pressure of such meme-type requests, but it’s Kat, and she’s…well…HOT.

So I acquiesced.

Many folks think that to use the word, retarded, in reference to one’s intellectual capacity, is incredibly offensive.

I find it to be many in cases, dead, balls-on accurate. I even use it in that vein upon myself from time to time.

Look it…I’ve talked about the amount of weight I have lost over the last couple of years. One bad thing about that is that my clothes don’t fit.

I have T-Shirts that come to my thighs. Hell, some of the shirts make it look as though I am wearing a house dress.

Typically, I use them to sleep in.

Well the other morning at 4 A.M. I woke up in a semi-conscious panic. I had to get my ass to the bathroom and do some serious fecal extrusion.

(I had eaten fried SPAM, cottage cheese, and butter beans the night before.)

When I was done and began to wipe my ass, something felt funny. I’m thinking to myself…

“What the hell kind of toilet paper did Schmoop buy? This stuff feels funky!!”

Well folks it wasn’t the toilet paper at all that was causing my butt hole consternation…

My hand full of toilet paper had caught the dangling house dress of a T-Shirt that I was wearing.

I was wiping my ass with the T-Shirt!! Smelly, suffering from Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and half asleep, I uttered unto myself…

“God Damn It, Matt…You are a fucking retard!!”

If a person refuses to allow the use of THAT word in THAT situation, THAT person is, well retarded.

Listen…I’m an asshole, but I don’t take offense when I hear a person call another an asshole. Suck it up folks.

Sometimes, there is just no other word that captures the complete and utter imbecility of a person better than the word, “retard”.

I ought to know, for I am so often on the receiving end of hearing it. And…

More often than not, it is completely justified.

Cheers!!