Crikey, it’s not like I needed another project. So here is what you might call a ‘substantially complete’ list of gendered slurs. I don’t want these words coming out of my mouth, so I’m trying to find replacements.
Ballbreaker – woman
Ballbuster – woman
Bimbo – starlet
Bint – woman
Bitch – crank
Bitchy – cranky
Bleeder – woman
Boob – jerk
Breeder – woman
Broad – woman
Chica – woman
Chick – young woman
Cocktease – unavailable woman
Cow – crank
Crow – crone
Cunt – cloaca
Dick – jerk
Dickwad – jerk
Dickweed – cloaca
Dog – not to my taste
Douche – jerk
Douchebag – cloaca
Dyke – lesbian
Feminazi – woman
Fish – woman
Frail – woman
Gigolo – sex worker
Girl – This one is troublesome. If for a female under 14, yes. For a female between 14 and 18 I prefer young woman or teen. Over 18 – woman.
Himbo – escort
Ho – sex worker
Honey – woman
Kitten – woman
Mangina – feminist
Minger – woman
Munter – woman
Pussy – schlemiel (in the sense of being ineffectual)
Putz – jerk
Real girl – as opposed to what, but prefer woman
Rentboy – sex worker
Scrote – timewaster
Scrotey – trivial
Sexkitten – woman
Shemale – trans woman
Skanky – unhygienic
Skirt – woman
Slag – not to my taste
Slut – enthusiast
Streetwalker – sex worker
Sweetie – woman
Teaser – woman
Tit – woman
Tosser – idler
Tranny – trans woman
Twat – jerk
Wanker – incompetent
Weiner – jerk
Whore – sex worker
Witch – woman
I left homo, queer and faggot off the list as those words appear to be in a state of flux regarding usage. I do use queerfolk as an inclusive term.
This is an expression I was exposed to in reading Lucy Maud Montgomery. I only got through the Anne books once, and not attentively; most of my Montgomery reading was the same two books, over and over again, because that’s what I did, when I was a kid, was to read books over and over again, like the Mary Poppins books and the Hobbit and the Narnia books, and then Lord of the Rings and then Dunnett, ah, Dunnett. I obsessively re-read Blue Castle and A Tangled Web. Like, a lot, and repeatedly, to the point I memorized great chunks of dialogue.
When I’m trying to be warm and funny and chumpathetic with human foibles and vices, it’s to Montgomery I look for the blessed tone. She gave me characters of occasional dignity and variable worth; all more or less attempting to be good while surrounded with the potential for thunderous criticism inherent in a small Prince Edward Island town early in the 20th century. Where people really cared about what their neighbours did, having no tv poor things, rather than strangers living in Babylon several thousand leagues away and anything you saw them doing happened three months ago, which is good because it keeps you in perspective.
In this environment kittle cattle means – easily spooked or set awry. The descriptor from the text is “so intense”. To me it’s a combination of being easily startled and self-willed, ‘difficult to manage’. Not fun to be married to, as I construe it. A troubling person, perhaps with genuine mental health difficulty. Liable to stomp off.
I called somebody out on using a gendered slur recently and he paused & adjusted his speech. Sometimes it’s that easy. Now if I could just stop using my own slurs and replace them with something better. I am in search of a few good words, to replace a few slur-ry ones. I’m looking at YOU r-tarded and p-nsy, two words which shouldn’t even be coming into my mind, let alone leaving my mouth. If the action is stupid, I’ll use ‘ill-considered’, and if the person is stupid to the point of being a threat to life, limb and body politic, ‘witless’. P-nsy is more problematic. I am thinking ‘mollescent’ or ‘mollusc’ or ‘spineless’, although if I use mollusc I am afraid the Old Ones will cotch me. I’m working on replacing “Thank G-d” with “Thankfulness!” and I’m already well into replacing the exclamations “C—-t!” and “J—s!” with “Darwin’s Beard!”
Here’s the offending document, from Skepchick.
Here’s my response.
I was interested to read your email to skepchick. I have a number of questions. I am sure that your email box is full, so I’ll give you a couple of weeks to shovel your way out from under the uptick in mail volume to respond. There is always the possibility you were pranked, so I am keeping my questions civil. Here they are.
Are you implying that your reaction to a woman’s appearance is more important than what she has to say on the subject of atheism?
Are you implying that because you do not like a woman’s appearance you have an obligation to ask her to stop commenting on atheism?
Are you implying that your personal preferences regarding a woman’s appearance should factor into whether she continues to make comments about atheism on youtube?
I ask to confirm that you were indeed serious. If so, kindly direct me to your youtube account so I may critique your videos regarding atheism in the light of your personal appearance. If you have none such, allow me to express disappointment, as the world of atheism would undoubtedly be better off with your contribution to it more readily accessible. If you weren’t serious, please advise how I was supposed to know you were joking from the context of the email.
In the spiriit of tolerance and inquiry,
Holy flaming balls of purulence. I inherited John Caspell’s entire library of anarchist works – if I lived in the US I’d be subject to a Grand Jury indictment just because I lived close to some government building that was vandalized. Here’s the link. Or should I not be worried because I am not young?
1. Excellent and wondahful visit with the parental units. I got a photo scan of the old homestead in SK, had my traditional coffee and cinnamon bun (best commercial cinnamon buns ever) at Dan’s after a lovely ride in the country, communed with some skunk cabbage, watched the hummingbirds, who are quite active these days (three sucking back syrup with another circling, occasional flashes of the O My God red as the sun hits them), watched a quail peck a pileated woodpecker while the woodpecker ignored him, cooked a couple of lovely meals for the folks, which my mother quite appreciated, watched some nature programs, and felt pride as Katie passed the 48 hour mark of quitting smoking. Fingers crossed she makes it this time!
2. RUDE FUCKING START TO THE DAY. I had to yell at the cab driver. I will post a copy of the letter
I am a long time and mostly satisfied customer of Bonny’s Taxi, whose
services I have been using since 1998.
I am complaining in the strongest possible terms about the complete
disregard for the safety, comfort and wallet of the customer
demonstrated by the above-named driver.
This morning I got a cab to the airport from Bonny’s. I SPECIFICALLY
TOLD THE DRIVER NOT TO MOVE THE CAB UNTIL I WAS BELTED IN.
The reason I did this is because my daughter just got a 147 $ ticket
because the cab driver she selected took off before she was belted in.
The driver verbally agreed to stop and then immediately sped off again
prior to me even being able to get the belt anywhere close to secured.
I had to yell at him to get him to stop the cab, which I am not proud
of, but he disregarded my clearly stated and lawful instructions.
As you are no doubt aware, the fine for not being belted in is borne
by the customer, not the cab driver. I understand that time is money
but when your driver’s anxiousness to make some money potentially
costs the customer money and the aggravation of a court date, there is
something seriously wrong with the safety training and customer
service ethic of your drivers.
I would like a refund of my $44.30 cab fare and a reprimand on B.
D—–‘s file. To be clear, apart from running a couple of yellow
lights and failure to make legal stops under the HTA, the fines for
which would have been borne by the driver, there was nothing else
wrong with his driving.
I look forward to your prompt response, which will factor into my
decision whether or not I complain to the licensing agency.
Thank you for your time.
I am breakfasting with Paul – oatmeal – and drinking coffee. I know I’m being a slug so I’m encouraging Paul to get me exercising so we went for a constitutional this morning. Margot thought about coming along for the first little bit but she’s even lazier than I am.
I have been watching the world, and I am not happy with the signs. I do not trust the future; I’m uneasy in the present and the past is gnawing at me. Many different waves are coming at me and I am reminded of Loppe’s comment to Gelis, “Buoyancy, mademoiselle, is always an asset.”
I am hoping my mother will get some mileage out of the Henry Thomas Wake diaries – there’s somebody in England who runs a lovely blog who’s interested in them.
The homily is stalled on the notion that if you can’t connect cognitive bias to a story (without stories how shall the people live?) the homily itself will be lifeless and unmemorable.
The hymns, fortunately, are picked out and off to the accompanist, thank you Marnie!
I borrowed Mike’s 12 string Aria electric, and now I’m in the market for an amp.
Tom is working on my subwoofer for the car. I may have to buy a new one, and it’s my own fault for letting groceries slosh around in front of the unprotected cone.
Now it’s time to get a real start on the day. I like this getting up and going for a walk. I do feel very awake.
Paul fixed up my bike so I could give it to Katie and we haven’t seen hide nor hair of her. She’s been working almost every day though.
I am having SEVERE “the Wire” deficiency. I love that show, and we can’t get more of it from Zip until we start returning things.
Jeff and I watched the Departed. That is also a very good watch. Leo diCaprio was so visceral….
I wish there was a tactful way of putting this in front of a couple of men I love dearly. JEFF IS NOT ONE OF THEM, btw.
Anyway, have fun, and don’t let your blood pressure go up too much. Have especial fun with the comments.
Talking sense again, as he so frequently does. With bonus crypto feminism.
Or, how to teach privileged people to win arguments against marginalized people.
But if we didn’t have the space program, we wouldn’t have velcro for bondage gear. Or telemetry for hospital monitors. Or an image of the planet taken from the moon. What’s with the and/or? It isn’t science that rapes women or starves children, it’s people. Science is merely a set of concepts in the human toolbox; it can be forced to experiment on human beings or it can feed the world. It can support elites and distort our relationship to our planet or bring cheap desalination to thirsty peasants.
The biggest reason I support the space program has nothing to do with the benefits to science, and everything to do with how I feel about the pictures that we get. I feel the pulse of pure curiosity. I cried when I saw the video of an explorer landing on a moon. My humans did this amazing thing, and I’m proud of them.
Violence to self and others is part of the human toolbox as well. I don’t believe for two seconds we can eradicate it – I’m not even sure if we can channel it. I hope that science can help us with that. If you have eradicated violence in yourself, please remember that to be consistent in all this, you might want to consider abandoning any advances from the space program that have benefited you personally to teach the peace that you appear to believe is injured by the space program misallocating the resources of our finite planet.
Here is a partial list. http://techtran.msfc.nasa.gov/at_home.html
Less politely, sex travel & death. You were probably on a wireless internet connection when you wrote your tragic screed, and if you are immune to irony you cannot make yourself proof against mockery.
I can understand that the parent is upset, but the response is honest and kind. Kind of …. Unitarian.
An 8 minute video about Medicare. For Americans, by Canadians. Rational, good tempered and funny in spots.
Adolf Hitler doesn’t like Avatar. The last line slew me. Three minutes or so long.
How come and for why hasn’t this extra solar planet burnt up? I suspect that they aren’t actually seeing what they are looking at properly.
How many dimensions did you say? Assistance in visualizing multiple dimensions. Brain so hurts.
Do the wave…. the gravity wave.
It’s unbelievable what people will get messed up over. Personal comment: It may reveal me to be a philistine, but I like Verdana. I don’t understand the issue. I just don’t.
Chrissie Hynde told meat eaters in her audience to fuck themselves. Mike and Jeff and I sat there with hot dogs in our tummies and just looked at each other. On the other hand, just to prove I’m at least TRYING to see the other person’s point of view, here’s a PETA press release about some of her animal activism. Hint: she doesn’t like McDonalds.
The New Miss Universe. Beautiful, and without a hint of distinction.
That’s just MEAN. So why did I snicker?
Do it yourself Horrrrorrrr F/X. Shows Peter Jackson filming Bad Taste.
“I’m an atheist because I’m efficient.” Or so you can infer from Bill Gates’ interview excerpts…