Radical PC-ism boils my piss.
*Sigh*

I hate political correctness. I'm in no way racist, sexist, homophobic, religiously intolerant (in fact I ain't even religious) or anything else. I believe I have a sensible approach to most things in life. I take people and situations as they come. One of my best friends suffers from cerebral palsy and she is vitually confined to a wheelchair. I have another friend who is Jewish, and who ribs her religion and thriftiness mercilessly (she's the only Jew I've come across who eats bacon and believes in an afterlife).

My view on the PC brigade is that they often end up offending the very people who'se sensibilities they are trying to protect. The non-hanging of Christmas decorations for fear of offending the handful of ethnic minorities in the workplace - sheesh. Most people of ethnic origin I know are deeply offended by this. Blackboard. Whiteboard. Brain storming (it's apparently now a 'thought shower'). All of this winds me up summat rotten.

There is a huge difference between being deeply offensive and merely stating things as they are. If someone's a twat, then they're a twat - regardless of skin colour, sexual orientation, ability, or whatever. I also object to tokenism. There was a big push a few years ago to get more ethnic minorities into the police force - what no-one considered was whether people from ethnic backgrounds actually wanted to do this type of work.

I realise that this doesn't really have a punchline, so in honour of my Jewish friend, here's her favourite Jewish joke:

ADVICE FROM A RABBI

No matter what this husband did in bed, his wife never achieved an orgasm. Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to consult their Rabbi.

The Rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion: "Hire a strapping young man. While the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm."

They go home and follow the Rabbi's advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love. It doesn't help and the wife is still unsatisfied. Perplexed, they go back to the Rabbi. "Okay," he says to the husband, "try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."

Once again, they follow the Rabbi's advice They go home and hire the same strapping young man. The young man gets into bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel The young man gets to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, room-shaking, ear-splitting screaming orgasm. The husband smiles, looks at the young man and says to him triumphantly: "You see, you young schmuck? THAT'S how you wave a towel !"
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 22 Nov 2007, 17:51, 3 replies)

I was all geared up for
some sort of "husband is gay with strapping young man" punchline.

I'm marginally disappointed.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Thu 22 Nov 2007, 23:07, closed)

Call Me Thick
Lot's of people do, but how the fuck is brain-storming offensive?

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 23 Nov 2007, 2:02, closed)

Brainstorming
Is apparently offensive to epileptics as it describes exactly the mental process of having an eppy fit. So now we have to call it a thought shower, or ideas shower, or any other somesuch nonsense.

It's not new - it's been on the go for at least 10 years, possibly longer.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 23 Nov 2007, 9:29, closed)