...when it comes to changing the language, I think they make some good points, because we do think in language and so the quality of our thoughts and ideas could only be as good as the quality of our language. So maybe some of this patriarcho shit ought to go away. I think spokesman ought to be spokesperson. I think chairman ought to be chairperson. I think mankind ought to be human kind, but they take it too far, they take themselves too seriously, they exaggerate. They want me to call that thing in the street a cover. I think that's taking it a little bit too far. What would you call a lady's man, a person's person? That would make a He-man an It-person. Little kids would be afraid of the boogieperson. They'd look up in the sky and see the person in the moon. Guys would say come back here and fight like a person. And we'd all sing "for it's a jolly good person." That's the kind of thing you would hear on Late Night with David Letterperson.
"Opening Lecture"
How many
black
lesbian
single mothers
in wheelchairs
from dysfunctional
Quebecois families
can you hire?
This is Human Resources.
Welcome! (JGVD)
--------
Inspired, I came up with the following ramble:
Politically Incorrect
Somebody called me a
MOTHERFUCKER
yesterday.
I was offended, and considered civil action
on behalf of all those who make it a point
to fuck their mothers
on a regular
or not so regular basis.
Come on! Jump on the bandwagon! Support MOTHERFUCKERS everywhere!
It's the latest trend.
I have even heard of a wimmin's herstory class
at this insbreastution of higher learning
that wishes to organize a "consensual order of father-fuckers".
Consensual, of course, because the merest whisper
of rape
is grounds for murder, or castration, whichever the womyn chooses.
Our courts are kind to wimmin.
If you are born white
you are killed, or perhaps sold into slavery.
For it does say somewhere that the sins of the fathers
shall be multiplied on the sons, or something like that.
(Not mothers. Not daughters. Only sons sin.
Didn't you know that?)
Pardon me. I must attempt
to break my neck
by falling down this--sorry, ther--flight of stairs.
Last time I broke an arm; before that, I was hardly bruised.
Career advancement, you understand. Right now, I am only
a gay Chinese transvestite.
(I don't want anyone to know I am male; I might
be stoned for ther sin.)
It is hoped that, if I become handicapable
I will receive the promotion I have so lusted after at work.
Where do I work? you ask...
The Government Ministry for the Advancement of Political Correctness.
We have only just begun...there is so much more to do.
---------------
Bitter, eh? And more than a little ludicrous? Every "politically correct" phrase in there (including 'ther' for 'this') I'd seen more than once.
Except one: "insbreastution". I made that up...or thought I did. Google the word and you'll find more than a few people who find the syllable "tit" offensive.
*sigh* Plus ca change....
No comments:
Post a Comment