A whole day has passed and nobody has complained that the word "cunt" is offensive to them.
I am therefore assuming that my audience is comprised of intelligent people who are much too sensible to take offense at a mere word. There are other possibilities, but I am ignoring them.
Hurrah for my readers! All four of you.
Hello.
Was anyone offended by the title of this post? if you were, could you please comment and let me know exactly what it is that's so offensive about the word "cunt"? I've been trying to figure it out.
Is it what the word's referring to? That seems unlikely. The average woman's genitals are not offensive in and of themselves. Like many people, I am quite fond of that particular part of the female anatomy.
Is it the sound of the word? That's been suggested to me. But if that's true, then why isn't the word "country" offensive? Its first syllable is "cunt" - if the sound of that is offensive, how does putting "tree" after it make it inoffensive?
Some people say "It's the way that it's often said that makes it offensive," but to me the word isn't the offensive part there, the tone of voice is. I could say "Hello, how are you?" in a way that would shock and offend many people, but nobody is going to tell me that any of THOSE words are offensive.
As far as I'm concerned, a word is a word is a word, whether it's "window" or "harbour" or "hop" or "quark" or "fuck" or whatever. The only power a word has is the power you give it.
If you're offended by the word "cunt" than it's you that's making the word offensive, and it has power over you. I reckon it's that simple.
Personally, I love it and do my best to find new sentences to use it in every day. Then again, maybe this is yet another reason why my love life is lacking.
Does anyone know where Cal's blog has gone?
I'd ask her, but I don't have her contact details with me at work.
I wonder if anyone in the world knows who did the song Sex Bunnies On Wheels, as featured in Jim Van Bebber's legendary underground gangland action/horror movie Deadbeat At Dawn.
Probably, somewhere.
I am in contact with a massive power which cannot be seen, heard or touched, yet is able to speak through me.
This power has instructed me to take money from the poor and give it to myself.
It has instructed me to tell everybody else how they should live their lives - in particular, how they should behave in their own homes behind locked doors and closed curtains.
It has told me that I will rule this land within the next few years.
Anyone else who claims to speak for this power is false!
Who am I? And why am I not considered mentally ill?
Phreq points to articles where people express disappointment that reduced revenue from pokie machines means less funding for their charities.
"Damn, I've been neglecting my obligations as a hopeless gambling addict, and now those little sick kids aren't able to afford their Christmas Party! I'd better take my own children's food money and plug it into a pokie machine right now!"
I am reminded of Sarah Ulmer talking about how great pokies are because she got funding from them to travel the world riding her bike. I used to like Sarah Ulmer quite a lot, but after that and the McDonalds ads she did, she's started looking a lot less cute to my eyes.
"Mummy I want to eat lots of McDonalds so I can compete at the Olympics like Sarah Ulmer!"
Brian Tamaki & his cronies have been pushing the "Condoms are not 100% effective, therefore they are next to useless" line to try and bolster their "No Sex Please, We're Teenagers" pledge drive. The logic reminds me of these statements:
"If you're in a car accident and wearing a seatbelt you might still die, so why bother wearing seatbelts? And plenty of sober people have car accidents, so why not drive drunk?"
It sounds like I am being fatuous, but I have heard people make these arguments in all seriousness. Middle-aged people with nice houses and good jobs.
This has nothing to do with making a logical argument, and everything to do with trying to twist the facts to try and fit what you've already decided.
The people who made those statements about seatbelts & drinking want to be able to drive home after having a few beers, and they don't like wearing seatbelts. The people who make those statements about condoms want other people to conform to their ideas of right or wrong. Any salient facts or statistics are then re-parsed to fit what they already want to do.
Noone reading this is likely to be fooled by any of these schmucks. But I wanted to point out that Tamaki is being as irresponsible here as the middle-aged fucknobs who convince their kids that wearing a seatbelt won't save them in a car accident.
Today, I went to lunch at the Oaks. They gave me number 23.
I sat down and started reading my book - Illuminatus by Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson. (Second time through - much better this time because I Know More). When I was on page 239 (starts with 23, digital root is 5) my food arrived. Yum!
On my way back to work, I passed a guy wearing a Dillinger Escape Plan t-shirt. I arrived back at 2:23pm - that's 14:23 (1+4=5).
Wholly Chao! Ewige Blumenkraft!
Watched the remake of Freaky Friday last night. This is not the type of movie I usually watch, obviously, but I was looking for something light and fluffy.
What a pleasant surprise! The movie was consistently funny from start to finish - both witty and slapstick. I already knew how great Jamie Lee Curtis can be, but I'd never seen Lindsay Lohan before and she was choice. Makes me wonder if Mean Girls (which re-teamed Lohan with the same director, Mark Waters) is any good.
I'd rate it as better than the Jodie Foster original. It has the requisite "Here's what we learned" moralizing and some kinda embarrassing rock band scenes, but it's a good movie anyway.
Lohan is a very average-looking girl for a Hollywood starlet. More proof that casting for talent rather than looks is a good thing.
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I'm relieved I wasn't John Shirley.
False fire alarms can be cool.
Except on busy days when I'm already pressed for time.
And when the lifts aren't working when we try to come back in.
Fifteen storeys of fun!
Random quote:
"Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
I'm fighting a holy war in the men's room"
- Gravediggaz, Diary of a Madman
Coffee and Cigarettes is a very good movie.
Next on my viewing list: Freaky Friday (the remake).
About seventeen months ago an idiot attempted to mug me. I mentioned it here but refused to elaborate for reasons I can't remember. (Let's just say he got as close to getting my money as I came to being crowned Queen of Denmark.) It was the most useless blog entry since whatever nzpundit's last entry was.
Now here's the sequel.
It's just past midnight on Monday morning, and I don't feel like going to sleep yet. I've been writing hard out for a coupla hours, with a couple of distractions, which was very nice. Um... yeah.
I think I'm working out this whole "men & women" thing a bit better. In the initial stages the chase is a huge part of the fun. Yeurgh, blah blah blah.
Gosh this random hip-hop cd sure is good. Heh.
Look, blog entry, this just isn't working out. We've been trying to get something started for a while now, but it always seems to be over before we've gotten anywhere. My other writing I can step away from and back into without worry but you, blog entry, you're so... ephemeral I guess. I think we should end this thing before we waste any more of either of our time.