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Folks, even if that is all true, how can the accompanying drop in the birthrate be bad for the planet? I love how bigotry gets dressed in ‘utilitarian’ arguments. That said, any time I detect bigotry in others, I allow myself a quiet moment to reflect on my own. Sigh. It is hard to be a grownup. PS, Mr. Berman (as reprinted by Mr. Klinghoffer), sex toy technology has come a long way since the Roman Empire. Your concern for my satisfaction and prospect of landing a sperm donor is touching, but completely unnecessary. After all, the POINT of marriage (the cart, after all, needing to come behind the horse) is BABIES. And those I can get – did get – without recourse to marriage at ALL.
One of these days I’ll have to find that bit of writing “How to Teach Your Children to Swear.” What we didn’t teach the kids, back when, was that swearing is a class issue. The very most self-controlled and self-willed people do not curse, because it shows either lack of breeding or lack of self-control. And self-control, narrowly defined, is a necessary precursor to maintaining control over others. That’s what it’s all there for. Swearing as far as I’m concerned is part of the palette of human communication; blunt, uncompromising, emotional, limbic, genuine. Disgusting, disturbing, vile, creepy and disrespectful, too. Swearing is a signpost toward the things we find most frightening and, let’s face it, human. As blasphemy, it is anti-hierarchical and owns of no master; as language charged with sexuality and excretions, it voices what we strive to keep silent in daily life; as racial and ethnic slur it speaks to how easily we fall back into our emotional enclaves to lash out at a world of strange/different/smelly&rude.
Look at that… Miss Margot has decided to like raspberry jam. This is a cat from MARS.
I can now see large swathes of my bedroom floor, but more cleaning and laundry delights await me. Later I hope to go to the Burnaby Village Museum – it’s free today, and in homage to John, who never paid for a damned thing he could get for free, and to celebrate being Canadian, I thought a step back into the days of my foremothers might not go amiss.
Having said that, I’d better get a batch of bread dough on…. Jeff is highly suggestible about any hinted-at treats. And I have to sign off so he can update wordpress. Have a great Canada Day, everyone!
I have finally listened to John and Brooke’s album. It’s really, really good. It’s also, coincidentally, among the top sellers on CDbaby right now! Katie and I listened in the CanCar yesterday.