Mommy, he called me a name!
Long before we all became a bunch of stupid cunts feigning “hurt,” that was the idiomatic wisdom. I’m sure I must’ve heard it first from my mom; and I remember it, misogynist that I am. But I’ll get to that, later.
Because I’m not puerile, I have no problem shooting a link to anyone I’m highlighting, like Evelyn Kocur over at Carb Sane-Asylum.
But Angry Dick Nickoley is on it! Yes, he’s all over this case. […]
Oooh … Dick, I’m not afraid of you. You do realize using the c-word makes you appear to be a very very small ummm … man. Right? Eh, probably not. I forgot. Nine years, 3000 posts and a sh!tload more comments than I can ever hope for here and all that. Yeah, Jack went to the right hack.
But I dunno, perhaps she was only reluctant to link to me because she’s been all over the comments and has generally been subjected to her own beating, as I am in hers. She’s being beaten up (that’s a metaphor, BTW—as misogynist can quickly become batterer) for her general approach in attempting to appear more important than Gary Taubes, Jimmy Moore, Jack Kruse, et al, put together, by simply putting in the minimal effort necessary to find faults in them. She “creates” by means of destruction. So I don’t expect her to have ever read Bastiat on the essential underlying matter. Or, more poignantly, to have in any way connected those dots to applications to her own methods. Hey, I guess someone needs to fill the role of being the place where all the haters and “hurt” people go. And the indignant. And the self-righteous.
We live in a climate now where the incentive is to certainly not be honest. You can even use words in your apology like “dick-stepping,” “stupid,” “fuck up,” or whatever, and it really doesn’t matter whether you just self immolate or provide any context behind why you as a human over years of observation may have been led to certain action that at a point you realized was wrong, and why.
Now, apologies get deconstructed. I suppose there’s good reason for that because politicians do it all the time and, of course, they don’t usually mean it. Those get deconstructed too…that’s what we do, now, so the calculus becomes: keep lying; defend, deny. And that’s the totally safest course, because you’ll have enough fans to defend you. You’ve been sleeping in a cave if you don’t know what I mean.
Yesterday’s post was about someone fallaciously reporting a potential bio-terrorist attack on a cruise ship ready to sail, on the part of Neurosurgeon Jack Kruse, MD, who got booted off, and where 300 people had signed up and paid in part to see him speak—in spite of having been cleared by authorities. He had his room and luggage ransacked by ship personnel, local authorities, the FBI, Homeland Security and the Coast Guard before they told him what he was suspected of.
Then he gets to walk the gang plank, luggage in hand, in view of all, and nobody knows what’s up. It wasn’t until about a day later that the 300 attendees to Jimmy Moore’s 2012 Low-Carb Cruise knew the story.
“We hate Jack Kruse.” Ergo, he deserved it, got what was coming to him.
“Serves him right.”
“Richard, you’re a DICK for suggesting that Jack go civil and sue whoever ends up being behind it.”
…And on and on. Jacks a “bad guy,” so anything goes and besides, it’s all so funny. But not only that. I guess the implications of my original post weren’t clear, because this was the very first comment.
Beth@WeightMaven // May 8, 2012 at 12:27 (Edit)
Re: “They use the word all the time and it’s tantamount to a term of endearment.”
But let’s be honest … that’s not how you use it, is it?
What’s important is that I used the W.O.R.D. “cunt” in a derogatory and “hurtful” way. In comments at Evelyn’s blog at the afore-linked URL, this same commenter says that I admit to using it because it causes “hurt” (gets panties in a bunch). So, it’s “misogynist.” Yep, just wait until they find all the mutilated, decaying bodies of prostitutes stacked up in my basement.
Here’s an idea. I love to see how some women love to feign being “hurt” by words. It’s Oprah Unleashed, I guess. Amazing how someone could earn like $70 million a year over 25 years teaching women to be victims, to fall down and play “hurt.”
…If I call a guy a “cocksucker,” is that misandry, homophobic? How about ask my friends, including all the gay men and lesbian women I count as friends? No, you’ll never find it. It’s a smoke screen because the Oprah culture has taught women to feel hurt, be poor helpless babies, school children running to mommy because someone called you a name.
By the Grace of God, some women have brains and self-confidence, aren’t afraid of words on blogs, like the grounded Kate Ground (she doesn’t like the word, but she’s what you call an “adult.”)
Kate Ground // May 8, 2012 at 20:20 (Edit)
The very First comment on something pretty important was about your use of “cunt”. Are we all in grade school here? Come on…
And more actual Cunt-Sanity.
Juliebgood (TwinkleDammit) // May 9, 2012 at 07:38 (Edit)
As a female, I would just like to say that I see no reason to be “offended as a woman” and have hurt feelings over c*nt or tw*t (at work, must filter swear words). In fact, I use them casually, all the time, when someone’s being a c*nt. […]
I just don’t see the big deal, at all. From what I’ve observed, they’re words that sensitive people “choose* to be offended over, and I find that sensitivity over these terms in particular is almost (not always) the provenance of middle-aged and older women. The younger set really doesn’t give a darn.
Uh, oh, is there a word yet to describe people who hate the older set?
Alright, let’s wrap it up. You’ll probably not want to spend 20 minutes, unless you love Frank Zappa, are aware of his intelligence and gusto, or just want to see him make fools of conservatives and liberals alike, in a calm and collected manner. In the Crossfire (CNN), 1986. There were more adults then, especially amongst women.
“We’re talking about words.”
And the great Larry David, in a two and a half minute bit from Curb Your Enthusiasm always has his hand on the pulse.
And finally, there’s this: Cunt: A Declaration of Independence.
An ancient title of respect for women, the word “cunt” long ago veered off this noble path. Inga Muscio traces the road from honor to expletive, giving women the motivation and tools to claim “cunt” as a positive and powerful force in their lives. In this fully revised edition, she explores, with candidness and humor, such traditional feminist issues as birth control, sexuality, jealousy between women, and prostitution with a fresh attitude for a new generation of women. Sending out a call for every woman to be the Cuntlovin’ Ruler of Her Sexual Universe, Muscio stands convention on its head by embracing all things cunt-related. This edition is fully revised with updated resources, a new foreword from sexual pioneer Betty Dodson, and a new afterword by the author. “Bright, sharp, empowering, long-lasting, useful, sexy….”—San Francisco Chronicle “… Cunt provides fertile ground for psychological growth.”—San Francisco Bay Guardian “Cunt does for feminism what smoothies did for high-fiber diets—it reinvents the oft-indigestible into something sweet and delicious.”—Bust Magazine
But, y’know, don’t ket it get in the way of your hurt license, or my misogyny. FWIW, someone in comments suggested I be called Cunt Master. I was kinda partial to Angry Dick, but you know, that’s very tempting.