Originally Posted by KCurtis
When you say "people" and "not in front of women", it rather implies that the people in question are men.
In which case I could introduce you to a few people who are women - and well-educated, articulate, professional women, at that (at least a couple of whom are from Massachusetts) - who use those words all the time.
Well, Hell's Angels are the very archetype of the gentleman.
I never said they weren't offensive, or degrading, though I don't find it that degrading. It's not as if women are above using childish names in place of the word "penis." As I said before (I wish I could make this my signature for this thread so people will remember and I won't have to keep repeating myself) it's all about context.
And, frankly, some people are too sensitive.
So? Then they must be from AMHERST,MASSACHUSETTS, and why would I ever want to go there? No, I'll stick with my articulate professional acquaintances and friends, thanks.
They were when I was with them. And they ride like no other motorcyclists I've ever seen.
Which is fine. I was just suggesting that there are articulate and well-educated women whose vocabulary encompasses the kind of language your Hell's Angels wouldn't use in front of women.
And they aren't from Amherst, by the way. They're from Cambridge and Somerville.
Ah ha!!! Cambridge, Mass. My husband lived there once. He calls it the People's Republic of Cambridge. As for Somerville, it has become full of people who call themselves hip. It may be true, that city has greatly improved. It used to be called Slummerville.
I know. I used to live there - twenty five years ago, admittedly.
I'm not quite sure what the significance is of the triumphant Ah ha!!! though.
I'm not triumphant, I just could have guessed it was Cambridge- Cambridge is similar to Amherst. Are you an American who moved to London? I would love to do that for a few years, then move back here. Can't do it though-money and other stuff keeps us here.
And likewise, some people are too abrasive.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I'll take the abrasive ones any day.
It might be hard for you to realise it, at this very early stage in your life, but there are other people living on the planet.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
I'm not even sure what that's supposed to mean, Emil.
That's how I interpret it at least.
John Keats died at 25. Schopenhauer wrote his magnum opus before the age of thirty. And then there was Arthur Rimbaud. Ageism is silly really.
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