:: Monday, 2 February 2004 ::
Anne Summers. Eeediot.
Quoting Alternet.org. Molly Ivins. New York Times. The West Wing. And John Kerry.
Swear to God, what this moll knows about politics you could write on the head of a pin.
I got into a robust argument with the her one night at a pub in Sydney. We got to talking about which word is worse.
C*nt. Or B*tch.
I said the latter.
She said the former.
Needless to say, I was right then and remain so now. B*tch is popular word, used freely by folks who don't like girlies. It means mean, nasty, malevolent, deliberately unkind. It presumes girlies have to be nice and lovely and soft and sweet and weak so when they arc up about the tiniest thing they get an epiphet that misdescribes them entirely.
C*nt's just a porn word. No big deal at all. "Dumb c*nt" is a pretty horrible way to be described by anyone. But that's our Annie, who doesn't seem to know Iowa was a caucus, not a primary. "Sour c*nt" is even worse. But who says that in polite conversation? Well, me actually. When I am being impolite and having a robust discussion with some anti-war automaton.
But other than me (cos I do not have a problem with the word), basically nobody.
So it is hardly worse. It is hardly used.
B*tch, on the other hand, gets bandied about by girlies and blokes for no good reason at all. Far more insidious in my view.
Anyhoo, Anne Summers is a dog.
Now that, my friends, is a real lousy word.
:: WB 3:27 am [link+] ::