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Three words I hereby ban

April 5, 2009

1. Nazi

A friend of mine once characterized the Israelis as jack-booted thugs (i.e. nazis) for their actions in the West Bank and Gaza Strip. Another friend called President Clinton a nazi for opposing legislation prohibiting partial birth abortions. As nasty as that procedure is, neither side of the abortion debate has ever needed much of an excuse to demonize the other, whether it’s the “baby-killing” pro-choicers or “woman-hating” pro-lifers. All the name calling is disgusting.

 

Vilification, like the death penalty, should only be used in the most extreme cases. But aren’t we too flawed as a species to ever put anyone to death? Who doubts that innocent people have been executed and that such mistakes would continue under any circumstance that allowed the practice, either because of our flawed court system or the haze-inducing results of our vengeful rage?

 

And so with personal vilification. Take a stand, yes, fight for what you believe in, but don’t call your opponent Satan unless you see a spiky red tail swinging from his ass, because otherwise you simply aren’t qualified to make the call.

 

So why not ban all terms of vilification? Why begin and end with “nazi?” I’m simply not powerful enough to ban the entire range of such hateful language. Yet I have to start somewhere, and the use of the word “nazi” for such uses is particularly loathsome. It’s so loaded with images of aggression and inhumanity that we’re supposed to drop our jaws in awe when it’s used to describe an opponent in an argument or fight. But its use in such circumstances just makes me yawn and sneer. So I ban it.

 

Please note: Hitler and his cronies will henceforth be referred to as “national socialists.”

 

 

2. Unnatural

Many haters of homosexuality say it’s unnatural because it goes against God’s law. That’s dumb enough, but I knew one guy who called it unnatural because the practice doesn’t happen in the rest of nature. But that’s patently false; if anything, bisexuality is the norm. And the argument is moot in any case, because humans are part of nature and therefore everything we do is by definition natural, even if we buggered bullfrogs.

 

The same logic applies to food. Just because we’ve genetically tinkered with an orange doesn’t mean it’s unnatural. We’ve been tinkering with food ever since we began cultivating plants and domesticating animals, always choosing the apple with the most heft and the pig with the meatiest butt for further genetic development.

 

Do you know how small corn cobs were before we began cultivating them? Much smaller than the thumb-sized cobs grown by ancient Americans. Now imagine traveling tens of thousands of years back to those first hunter-gatherers who encountered the plant and show them the modern ear of corn, the gargantuan by-product of millenniums worth of farming. “Unnatural!” they’d cry in their rude tongue, then sacrifice you to their sky god.

 

If a food is bad for your health then say so (preferably not when I’m trying to enjoy it). But don’t use the word “unnatural.” That’s just stupid.

 

And yet it hurts me to ban the word, since there are occasions when the word could be used usefully and in a way not insulting to our intelligence. For example, it could be used to describe hypothetical occurrences that are most likely impossible, like a person being in two places at one time or me getting married in the next ten years. “Unnatural,” you say; it literally cannot happen in the universe as we know it. But the word’s cons outweigh its pros, so it is banned.

 

But, you argue, if it insults the mind to call a non-hypothetical action or behavior unnatural, shouldn’t the use of its opposite also be banned, since its use would be superfluous in all situations? Yes, it should. And so, my third banned word…

 

 

3. Natural

Everything that happens is part of nature, therefore it is natural. That’s obvious. So why ever use the word?

 

I don’t want to ban the word. It’s overused, but the word’s metal hasn’t been as rusted by stupidity as “unnatural.” Besides, I liked the movie The Natural, and good cinema should always be considered. Still, for consistency’s sake, “natural” must be banned.

 

Consistency. There’s another overused term. If I loudly proclaim that I’ll never eat a peanut butter and banana sandwich one day then nibble at one the next am I being inconsistent or open minded? Consistency is the by-word of the mediocre minded and its use should be curtailed.

 

But I’ve banned enough for now. The fate of “consistent” will have to wait another day.

Chicks, chickens and other life lessons

December 31, 2008

When my brother came home for Christmas he brought along his pet chicken. I offered my hand to the bird for a dog-like sniff but it bit down hard and wouldn’t let go. Later it laid two eggs in my bedroom. I tried to enter to get ready for bed but it hopped after me, flapping its wings and squawking maniacally.

 

This was, of course, a dream, but it illustrates a valuable point: when visiting for the holidays do not bring your pet chicken. This is but one of the many life lessons my dreams have taught me over the years. Here are a few more.

 

·         When visiting your childhood home do not walk down the front hill in your pajamas. The hill will grow beyond your ability to climb it and multi-hued alligators will appear on the clouds to taunt you and eat you alive.

 

·         If you are Mr. Rogers, do not rise unannounced from King Friday’s moat lest the king and his minions whip out Uzis and use you for target practice.

 

·         If you are a mega-giant, hundreds of miles tall, do not throw pebbles at other mega-giants. Those pebbles are actually city-sized boulders and could kill thousands of people, if not more.

 

·         Do not leave enormous piles of excrement in public places where, in a pinch, others may need to urinate. Such places include fountains, sewer drains, janitorial closets, side chapels and White Castle kitchens.

    

·         When making love to Rachel Weisz, when she’s massaging your naked body and you’re massaging hers, when she begins moaning intensely, do not wake up. Do not ever wake up.

How to stop a conversation: Lesson #1

December 3, 2008

An African-American gentleman walked into my gym’s locker room last night humming to himself. An Asian man greeted him.

Asian man: Hey, where have you been?!

African-American gentleman: [Singsong] I been to Mississippi… I been to Mississippi.

AM: Why were you in Mississippi?

AAG: I been to Mississippi. You been to Mississippi?

AM: I’ve been to Birmingham.

AAG: You been to Birmingham you been to Mississippi.

AM: I lived in Birmingham for two years.

AAG: You been to Birmingham you been to Mississippi.

AM: Why did you come back in winter? You should have stayed down south.

AAG: [Pausing] Do you like a woman with a big ass?

AM: What?

AAG: Do you like a woman with a big butt?

White dude: A rump shaker!

AM: Heh heh… yeah.

AAG: [Explains what he prefers to do with a big-assed woman.] And that’s what I like to do in Mississippi.

End of conversation.