I was walking back to the metro station after my doctor’s appointment, in which I was told I still look and sound like crap. And for that I had to pay $40, but I digress.
Anyway, I’m walking back to the metro station and as I’m walking I begin having this thought about what I consider to be an irrational fear. Whenever I’m walking the mean streets of DC, I fear I’m going to face plant and knock out my teeth. I often think about going out and buying a mouth guard or asking my dentist for one.
No sooner had I completed the thought about my irrational fear than I do a walking trip. Kind of like tripping of the stairs. If my childhood ballet teacher saw that, I’m sure she’d be impressed. Didn’t face plant, but it feels like I broke my toe. Not going back to the doctor for that. Will tape it to the next, pull out an old orthopedic shoe boot, put it on and keep it moving.
My plan was to stay away from this topic, but the more and more I hear the more and more frustrated and angry I become, because if we (the United States) don’t do something about it right now it’s going to become so bad we will not be able to recover fiscally.
According to the latest numbers I could find since October 2013 more than 52,000 unaccompanied minors have fled their homes in Central America (Guatemala, El Salvador, and Honduras) and crossed the border into the United States. And according to a recent Washington Post article the White House will ask for $3.8 billion to deal with the influx. Continue reading →
Yesterday I wrote a post on Political Correctness (Walking on Eggshells) going to far. There was a realitively healthy and high-spirited debate between myself and another blogger. Doobster brought up a point in regards to word usage and one example was: “. . . there are just certain things that people don’t need to say, certain words that people find offensive that are just unnecessary, such as “the N-word.” For some reason in the middle of night, I woke up and thought about the move to take “nigger” out of Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.
When I heard about this several years ago I was outraged. How dare someone even suggest removing it and replacing it with another word.
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?