You’ll see I’m still inspired by Delphine with my laughing chickens! I love her work! Here are a couple of mine chookling at the peculiar non-chicken babies! Naughty chickens!
On a different note, I’ve noticed that there have been a recent spate of individuals intent on pointing out grammatical flaws along with indignation and revulsion for bad language on various fora I belong to. I did once wade into a right old language Whoo-Haa (no Peas not that sort of Hoo Haa – though, in a way, it was!). Someone had posted the C word but the comment had been deleted before I saw it so could only guess at the word that was causing offence.
A tremendous number of posters were outraged, upset and extremely vocal in their condemnation of the offending poster! It was a pile up. Each affirming themselves to be more delicate than the last by registering their discomfiture with ever more extreme measures – upset, disturbed, vomitting and reaching for eye bleach! The rationalisations became ever more tenuous… my breast feeding baby might have looked up and seen the word…
Anyhow, I ‘understood’ the offending word to be the C word – the BAD ‘C’ word, Father… and found myself laughing at the confession of one who was embarrassed to admit she had even heard of the word….. (if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been offended but that’s just me seeing the tautology or circular argument of the remark).
With all the furore, you’d have thought it was C major, wouldn’t you? Turned out it WASN’T the BAD C word (that I had defended on the grounds that the word owns its place in plenty of classic literature such as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Ulysses … and many others offering a perfectly ‘legitimate’ way of meeting the word).
But I had got the wrong end of the stick! No, it was the OTHER C word – the one used in Father Ted on the front cover of the newspaper announcing that some pop star was on Craggy Island and was proclaiming C*** power! He didn’t understand and remarked ‘I knew a Father Clint Power once… maybe she’s having a go at him’. You get the idea.
Anyhow, a heap of threads keep emerging with ever-more self-appointed custos morum denouncing coprolalia and other feculence as though society is now fouler than a backed up sewer. Without their righteous indignation and condemnation of estuary English, etc, we would all end up in a slurry of alphabet soup with moral entropy.
For me, being offended depends on how a word is used – the context, the delivery, the intent, etc. Steven Fry is an advocate of the expletive and poo-poos (as only General Melchett in Black Adder could) accusations that only lazy people swear – he says why isn’t laziness generally attacked then? Or, how ‘unnecessary’ swearing is. He made the point that his coloured socks and the cushions on his sofa were not necessary but he didn’t expect bags of post complaining about the unnecessary cushions. Fac ut vivas!
I also found, that coprolalia (the obsessive use of bad language) is found in some 15% of people with Tourette’s syndrome and amazingly – deaf people with Tourettes and coprolalia profane in sign language! Maybe that’s the answer! I should learn sign language – though I think I know a couple of universal gestures already – and swear with the abandon of a mad woman scattering her underwear out the window of a tower block.