I keep seeing this and every time I wonder. Why, on books, do they put a book title followed by “a novel”? Are they afraid we’ll think it’s a comic book? There might be some rare, specific instances when that would need to be clarified, but it seems like the bulk of the books out there any more feel they must make that absolutely, unequivocally known. Does anyone know why?
The past few years, I’ve noticed what, to me, is a disturbing trend, particularly in the workplace. Words that would never have been used in polite company now drip off the tongues of anyone and everyone, even in a professional environment. Maybe people think they are no longer ‘swear’ words, but ‘just words’. That isn’t true. The nature of the word didn’t change simply because it became allowable to use them more frequently and publicly. Somewhere along the line someone ‘uncensored’ them and the hordes have taken full advantage of that – men and women alike. But why?
It is as if they think swearing in some way validates them as a person, in their career or whatever. In truth, all it really does is offend many people around them, who are either too hampered by their own politeness to mention it, figure their comments would fall on deaf or hostile ears, or fear the many ‘laws’ that now protect people in being as offensive as they like.
Even aside from the offensiveness, I must say that it gives me a very poor opinion of those people overall. That they would willfully be crude in front of others without regard to their feelings is a strike against them. But even on a more basic level, it makes me question their intelligence and knowledge. When I hear a co-worker using the F word literally almost every other word in a sentence, I have to think, “Do you not know any other words with which to express yourself? Is your vocabulary truly that limited?” If you don’t speak any better than that in public, then I must assume that you can’t. Dressing up in business attire won’t disguise what comes out of your mouth.
Some would say (even yell) ‘Freedom of Speech’! Yes, you have the right to say what you want as I am doing here, but the sign of a mature individual is one who can control their behavior, including speech. They can determine that a professional workplace or a public place with strangers is not the place for such language that others might find offensive. If they and all their friends want to hold inane, uneducated conversations like that in private then more power to them. But a mature person would not think it appropriate to inflict that on anyone and everyone around them without regard for the other person. To do so is offensive and disrespectful.
Don’t we have enough disrespect and offensiveness in the world already without that? Perhaps now is the time to sweeten our language and thus hope to sweeten our world a little. And, as a saying goes, ‘Blessed are those who choose their words wisely, for tomorrow they may have to eat them.’
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I think one of my favorite parts of spring is spring flowers, in particular hyacinths, tulips and daffodils. They don’t last long, but they are cheery while they do, bringing color back into the world after the white/gray/darkness of winter. Of course, like many things, probably part of that enjoyment is that I grew up watching these flowers come forth each year, and even helped with planting them so they would.
I ventured out to Trader Joe’s this morning for a little shopping and they had their annual sale of daffodils going on. I hadn’t seen a flyer that mentioned they were in stock or I would have gone just for those alone. Now I have a vase of 30 stems on my table, waiting to burst into full bloom.
In the movie You’ve Got Mail, Meg Ryan’s character declares daisies to be the friendliest flower. But I believe I am with William Wordsworth on this:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils
One of the most delightful things I saw when I visited the British Isles years ago was daffodils blooming any and everywhere. In yards, in parks, in woodlands and even alongside the road.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
Indeed! I have no nearby lake, or fields and trees stretched wide around me – just my living room, but still they have that wondrous effect.
How did we get from Killer Clowns to Daffodils? Beats me. Stream of consciousness?
[If you’d like to read the full poem, see: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/45521%5D
I don’t remember exactly when I first discovered it, but many people apparently consider clowns to be ‘scary’. I don’t recall ever in my life being frightened by one, or seeing anything sinister or frightening about them. Did the proliferation of psycho killer clowns in movies cause people to think of clowns in a negative way, or did their fears predate such movies? Am I not afraid of clowns because I don’t watch such movies?
I’ve heard people say ‘nobody likes clowns’. Is that true? Am I really the only one who isn’t?
Feel free to put in your two cents worth, if you’re so inclined. I promise not to send a clown over to terrorize you if you admit to being one of the clown-dislikers!