A good friend saw this, and thought of me.
What’s in a Word?
I’ve never been offended by words.
As a gay man, it’s practically required that you can discern the intent of someone’s words.
If someone says…”Hey fag!”…I have to quickly figure out if:
- The person is addressing me with an affectionate slur
- The person is ignorant that the word can be used offensively and requires education
- The person is being hateful and I need to defend myself in some way
In the same way, most swear words don’t trigger an automatically negative reactions…in fact, quite the opposite…I’m rather fond of profanity, and I use it often. Another benefit of not having children is I have never had to restrict my words.
There’s an oft-cited quote – “Profanity is the last refuge of the truly ignorant.” – there are others that insinuate that profanity is a lazy person’s way of using language, but I couldn’t disagree more. I think limiting what words you use, restricts how expressive you can be. And in fact, if you’re too lazy to discern the intent of another’s profanity, I would say you are the lazy person…not the one using the profanity.
With the completion of the fine-gauge crochet cotton bag, I’ve been focusing on the niece blanket.
I’m very happy with the progress I’ve made so far. I only have a couple more balls-worth (is that considered profane?) to do to finish the blanket. It’s beautifully soft and warm and has a great, wrapping comfort to it.