There is another blogger, who I want to be like when I grow up — HarsH ReaLiTy. About a week or so ago, he made a post called, PC-ME and I got to thinking about this Political Correctness shennanigans again and a conversation I had a little bit ago with a coworker and my best male friend.
The question I posed is, “Have we gone too far with being Politically Correct?”
And they answered with a resounding, Yes. I completely agree. Society has taken Polictical Correctness to a level, I and many others believe, it wasn’t meant to go. People are just to damn sensitive nowadays. Once upon a time you could say what was on your mind without someone breaking down in tears or going to go tell their mommy and daddy or losing their jobs.
Now don’t get me wrong I don’t think anyone should say anything that is deliberately malicious, but no one should have to walk on eggshells or tiptoe through the daisies or beat around the proverbial bush in order not to offend. Being offended is a part of life. It helps to thicken your skin. In my opinion some offenses help you become a better person.
So, I did a little bit of digging, as is my way when curiosity gets the better of me. Where did the term Politically Correct/Political Correctness (P.C.) come from?
Spring Break in the DC area is officially over, but it also marks the onslaught of tourists to the area. Today’s Blogging A to Z Challenge letter is . . . yep you guessed it ‘T’.
10 Simple rules for tourists when visiting Washington, DC
Do not under any circumstances travel on Metro between the hours of 7:00 am & 9:30 am or 4:30 pm & 6:30 pm. Why? It’sRush Hour.
This is Rush Hour. This is why Rule #1 is so important.
If you so chose to violate Rule #1 don’t get mad at us when we don’t answer or snap at you when you’re on the Metro prior to 9:30 am. We are more than likely trying to prepare ourselves for the daily deluge of crap from our rat bastard co-workers.
Oh how we all love to stroll. If you and your brood are strolling, taking up the entire sidewalk while violating Rule #1, please don’t look surprised when someone barrels through you and yells, “excuse me, I have to get to work!” I have heard people yell, “Get the fuck out the way!” Continue reading →
I did a tour this morning and the docent was fantastic and it was even better that I was the only one in the tour. If you’ve never been or haven’t been in a while than a tour is the best thing you can do and afterwards take some time to wander around and really soak it in.
Kreeger said, “I never bought art as an investment. I bought it for love and I was lucky. Art that embodies the creative spirit of men transcends the value of money.”
Photo Credit: kreegermuseum.org
David Kreeger in the garden of his home with bronze sculpture, Interpenetration, 1969, by Luxembourg artist Lucien Wercollier.
Photograph taken in 1975 by Fred J. Maroon.
The Kreeger Museum, a private, non-profit art museum and the former residence of David and Carmen Kreeger, rests on five acres of sculpture-filled gardens and is surrounded by tranquil woods. Designed by renowned architect Philip Johnson, it is among the few examples of his work in DC. The Kreeger’s focus on 19th and 20th century paintings is evidenced by works of Monet, Picasso, Renoir, Cezanne, Chagall, Miro, and Stella. Also included in the permanent collection are works of prominent Washington artists and outstanding examples of traditional African and Asian art. (from the kreegermuseum.org)Continue reading →
Really? This is a question that has long since plagued me. I just don’t get it. We go out buy our little boys and girls new Easter outfits and then have them take a picture with a rabbit. We paint Easter eggs. Cadbury makes a ton of money off of there chocolate bunnies and eggs and some other stuff, I’m sure.
Last time I checked none of these things are mentioned in the Bible, nor do they have anything to do with the resurrection of Christ.
Now, I’ve done some research on this, but before I tell you my findings, I’d like for you to share your opinions on: What the Easter Bunny has to do with Easter.