Where the Kids Come to Mouth Off

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by mmm3587
If they're not the same person...

You flatter yourself, little man.

TM

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Agreed! The PCification of our culture has turned a once colorful language into a flaccid and boring means of communication, entirely lacking in spark or creativity. I'm sorry, but I refuse to use the word "waitron." And it is cute and everything that the word "history" can be seen as a contraction of "his story" but I am not going to try to come up with some other word for that so I do not accidently offend the uptight feminist cunt-bitches around me. And if one of my African-American colleagues is not working hard, I am going to call him or her a lazy shiftless nigger - I am not going to let the PC nazis tell me that this is "not correct speak" or something. Nor am I going to stop using the word "nazi" as a shorthand for totalitarians just because some kike is all sensitive about WWII.

I agree entirely. Man, you are one hip little twist.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
See, I use "cocksucker" all the time. I have been known, from time to time, to suck cock, so may be I get a pass, but I don't find it that offensive. I don't know how many gay people do.

I never get offended when someone wants to suck my cock. I may not always be in the mood, but the offer is always appreciated.

[Gattigap]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I went to the Greek Festival last night, and I'm remarkably un-hungover. I think the six of us went through six or seven bottles of wine.

Anyhow, after the first bottle of wine was consumed by our group, I was forced to relate (again) that the Greek Festival was the very first place I ever got drunk. I was three. My dad, for reasons only known to him, loves Retsina, that Greek white resin wine that tastes like turpetine. My mom wisely hates it. Anyhow, we were at the festival and he'd bought a bottle of wine, and I kept on going from parent to parent asking for a sip. My mother happily obliged me. Unbeknownst to her, my dad was also feeding me wine. (I know now that he was trying to hook me the paint thinner while I was young and didn't know any better, so he'd have a drinking companion in later years. It worked. I actually like the stuff. I take this to be a perversion on my part, and I think anyone else who likes it is crazy.) Predictably, I started slurring my speach and wobbling. My parents were horrified that they managed to get their three year old trashed. I was apparently very easy to put to bed that night.

Your first over-indulgence?

Similar. 4 years old, backyard barbeque amongst neighbors. While others were distracted, I took a can of beer and wandered off with it.

Parents were surprised and dismayed when I demonstrated that they had a blotto son on their hands a good decade before they anticipated, but at least they learned that I was a happy drunk.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
...I was apparently very easy to put to bed that night.

Still true to this very day?

TM

[pony_trekker]

One of the best places for insults is the old Beavis and Butthead show. A sample:


Dumbass, dillhole, fart-knocker, assmunch, bunghole,
dillweed, turd-burglar

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Still true to this very day?

TM

As an adult, I have been known to readily agree to the suggestion of going to bed after a few drinks.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I went to the Greek Festival last night, and I'm remarkably un-hungover. I think the six of us went through six or seven bottles of wine.

Anyhow, after the first bottle of wine was consumed by our group, I was forced to relate (again) that the Greek Festival was the very first place I ever got drunk. I was three. My dad, for reasons only known to him, loves Retsina, that Greek white resin wine that tastes like turpetine. My mom wisely hates it. Anyhow, we were at the festival and he'd bought a bottle of wine, and I kept on going from parent to parent asking for a sip. My mother happily obliged me. Unbeknownst to her, my dad was also feeding me wine. (I know now that he was trying to hook me on the paint thinner while I was young and didn't know any better, so he'd have a drinking companion in later years. It worked. I actually like the stuff. I take this to be a perversion on my part, and I think anyone else who likes it is crazy.) Predictably, I started slurring my speech and wobbling. My parents were horrified that they managed to get their three-year-old trashed. I was apparently very easy to put to bed that night.

Your first over-indulgence?

I was 12, and I'd just finished getting a blow job from my chocolate lab, Laddie, when I stumbled across a case of beer in the garage refrigerator...

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by pony_trekker
Cocksucker, like motherfucker, is so commonly used so as not to be sexual-preference specific. If he wanted to denigrate gays, he would have said something like "choad smoker" or "fuckfag."

No Lamar, he wouldn't have said that.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
My parents were horrified that they managed to get their three-year-old trashed. I was apparently very easy to put to bed that night.

Your first over-indulgence?

Is this volitional? My mom mixed me up a screwdriver in my bottle (OJ, not milk) when I was about 1 1/2, so I would go to sleep. Whoops. The sugar more than compensated for the liquor, and they were ready to start throwing cans and bottles at their toddler alleycat.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Your attempt to paint me as some kind of bitter, hateful person with no friends is comical.

TM

Why must the bitter always be hateful and friendless? I'd be what can be called bitter, but I'm neither hateful nor friendless. Quite to the contrary, I have a well stuffed social calendar and the only thing I really hate is Bruce Soringsteen.

[Bad_Rich_Chic]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I actually heard one chick at a pretty high end holiday soiree refer to chuildren she was teaching in an inner city school as "monkeys." I almost spit my drink. I cringed, waiting for her to get a full frontal onslaught from the rest of the group, but all that came up was one drink guy with a great "monkeys, really?" which was probably the best comeback. The remainder of the conversation was awkward dead air where everyone stared at their drinks. Thank God for alcohol.

The best I ever saw was some rube tell a racist joke to an Irish rugby-player friend of mine who was about 6/4 230lbs. The big Irish dude luaghed really loud and then stopped, took a swig on his beer and said "My sister is black and I love beating the shit out of little guys."* That redneck didn't try to gouge anything.

* Which is true.

Here is what I find interesting - what is, in fact, the best, most chastizing response? I, for one, am not the sort to let stuff like this go (if I catch it, I guess - it would never have occurred to me that "cocksucker" is a slur v. gays (now possibly genericized), though how I missed that is, on reflection, a mystery). Above, we have examples of what I think are the two most common methods - uncomfortable silence and threatening confrontation. I might add a third option that I hear sometimes, which I style "righteous lecturing," in which the challenger says something to the effect of "you are a bigot and can't say that it is offensive and let me explain to you just how wrong you are."

I understand the "mortgage" problem in confronting bigots, and maybe I am lucky in my employer in that I am confident I would NEVER be fired for calling a client or anyone else on an inappropriate comment (and lucky that I only very, very rarely hear anything of this nature about anyone - maybe I just look prissy and put people on good behavior). However, any job I would loose because I objected to a biggoted comment I really don't fucking want. You can buy my time, buy my effort, buy my brains but you can't buy that. (Easy to say given that I've never been in a position where my basic livelihood was threatened, I admit, but I have called boyfriends parents, large men on the subway, etc., on shit like that.)

Anyhow, my default response is uncomfortable silence: "I BEG your pardon?" with a cold look that says "you had better explain fast that you did not just say what you just said." If no immediate stammering appology is forthcoming, the silence grows and the look gradually transmutes into "you are a revolting, mentally deficient piece of snot." I have gone in for more of a confrontation by substituting "What the hell is wrong with you" for "I beg your pardon" while standing up and walking towards the malfeasor in one case where I thought the object of the slur might be under some actual physical threat (big guy making menacing comments at a muslim woman). (That sounds somewhat dangerous, particularly if you've ever seen diminuitive me, but I've found that, if someone actually does something about it first, passive standers-by in NYC are quite eager to follow and give moral and physical support. And being a rich white woman in this culture often gives one amazing invisible armor in the minds of just about anyone other than other rich white women, I've found. ) This seems pretty effective to me, but I sometimes wonder if I am just wussing out by not being more proactively confrontational. Certainly the complete social aprobation implied by a stunned uncomforable silence is more effective than the "righteous lecture" approach, which seems to lead most bigots to dismiss one as a lefty/PC busybody.

Thoughts?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Why must the bitter always be hateful and friendless? I'd be what can be called bitter, but I'm neither hateful nor friendless. Quite to the contrary, I have a well stuffed social calendar and the only thing I really hate is Bruce Soringsteen.

I have a friend who hates the world, but is so funny when expressing his hate that everyone likes him.

[SlaveNoMore]

sebastian_dangerfield
Why must the bitter always be hateful and friendless? I'd be what can be called bitter

Really????

....the only thing I really hate is Bruce Soringsteen.

Had you said Rush, I was gonna have to get all hateful.

[TalkSock]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I call bullshit, unless you meant 9/11/1640. No "financial giant" is run by Catholics.

Dear Atticus,
Please do not infer words that I did not type (this practice shall hereafter be called "Hanking"). After all, this is not the PB.
Quite frankly, I don't think anyone "ran" the office. That was, in large part, what was wrong with the place. Too much golf, not enough work.