Apart from this here weblog, I thought I had largely exorcised any desire I might have to argue pointlessly in virtual reality.

As I mentioned yesterday, some hump got my righteous flaming anger juiced. Of course, I am solely responsible for what I did with that anger. I’m not proud, but I am unapologetic.

Here’s the thing, in the midst of an arrogant prick pontificating on what language he finds acceptable, I found myself needing to type “Your mother and your sister are both hairy cunts.” I realize that this statement might be the height of sophomoric (or a lesser grade) wisecracking. Still and all, I thought it funny, and I still do.

I mean you got a guy dictating (oh wait, as he took pains to point out “requesting”) the world do away with that which offends HIM particularly. Right there, you got a seed. But, then all of these dudes were posting in a pussy-footing (pardon the pun) kind of way partially because of this winning quote from the guy who started the argument:

You see, when you call me a cunt, you call my mother a cunt, you call my sister a cunt, you call my niece a cunt, etc.

The thoughtful thing to do would be to apologize.

Short of that, I “strongly suggest” that you not call me a cunt again. If you do, you will put me in an even more difficult position.

It’s the fucked up part of my brain, which is the same one that has had the need to go on stage and talk into a microphone, that couldn’t let that slide. It’s too stupid. The whole construct of that which you call me you call my family, the implied sisterhood, the sensitive new-agey, post-modern yearning guy of it. I couldn’t let it slide.

Better yet is the implied threat at the end. Violent testosterone surging to protect the ladies.

Someone had to call someone’s mom out, don’t you know. I nominated myself.

Foolishly, I don’t actually use the word myself that much. It would be pretty damn unlikely I would ever say it on stage. I sometimes swear on stage, but it’s more conversational tic than trying to get all edgy. It’s kind of fake edgy.

I can think of one guy who pulls its use off in a truly effective comedic thang. You get the sense the word is one he uses in the real world, and he’s fucking funny in the hands of Louis CK.

In other words, I do think shitty, stupid slurs are best avoided on stage, so I kind of agree in some way with the anti-cunt guy. But, he was such a jackass in the discussion, my trigger finger squeezed out a few rounds.

The ending (so far, but I think for awhile) has been the most satisfying. Tonight he wrote:

[dee-rob] i would really like to have a dialogue with you. i think you’ve made some great points, including your most recent post.

the fact that “pussy” and “cunt” offend you and your friends to the same degree is a lesson to me, and something that matters to me. i, myself, would never use “pussy” in a derogatory way, but mostly in a “romantic” way as myq described. of course, only following the lead of the woman i was with.

but, still, you’re the only one on this thread that has called my mother and my sister “cunts”.

and, i politely and respectfully request an apology.

(oh, and please identify yourself, since i don’t know you.)

thanks,

REAL NAME AND PHONE NUMBER REMOVED [I’m not a big enough douche to publish]

Sweet. A dialog with a man who wants to discuss which gynelogical references HE finds acceptable. I’ll get right on that.

I have actually met the guy, and I revealed my identity so he’d know. But, my stupid pills have all been taken, and I plan to no longer engage. Nor apologize. Nor use euphemisms.