Ruth, the love of Bob’s life, leaves him for Chuck.
Next time he meets someone named Ruth or Chuck, will they just be names to him?
A father calls his teenage son ‘stupid’ when he can’t find the right tool.
A suitor says to his intended, “I love you.”
They’re just words, right?
Every time I hear someone excuse their use of profanity that way, these are the things I think about. Is it reasonable to place all the burden of effective communication on the listener, to make them decipher what the speaker means (or does not) by their language choices?
I think not.
If your goal is to convey the coarseness many people still associate with certain language, that’s your choice.
Claiming that others have no reason for offense is not.
We chatted for an hour about brownies. I would make a big batch and bring them to the gig.
At some point I got out of bed, still on the phone, opened the door, and walked through the next room toward the kitchen.
He was sitting, no clothes at all, on the bed by the window, sunrise streaming across the white sheets. He stopped talking as I walked through, but he didn’t look at me.
Before I got to the kitchen I woke up.
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If you’re old enough, you remember a scene, whether in real life or on TV, of a parent telling their food-fussy child “Eat your sprouts; there are children starving in China!”
(If only the kids could send their Brussel sprouts to China. But I digress.)
Do hungry children in another land make it more important for your kids to eat well? Perhaps there’s a thin, very thin, connection with showing appreciation that we don’t go wanting. Try telling that to a kid facing a pile of Brussel sprouts.
How often have you heard an author decry the lack of quality in self-published books, saying that lack of quality hurts us all?
Let’s mull this over, shall we?
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