Why wouldn’t they?
Anyway, it wasn’t Nazis. They’re long dead. It was CIA genetic scientists just taking what their predecessors LEARNED from the Nazis to the next level.
Why wouldn’t they?
Anyway, it wasn’t Nazis. They’re long dead. It was CIA genetic scientists just taking what their predecessors LEARNED from the Nazis to the next level.
Well, that’s just crazy. I mean, everybody knows that’s where hippies come from.
Actually, in Old English pronunciation, the meaning of “Leaf.”
(cue Black Sabbath…)
Shortly after I came out at work, I overheard a co-worker refer to me as ‘that faggot copy- editor’. I was the only copy-editor, so it had to be me.
I’m a woman by the way.
Yeah, if you were the only copy-editor, why would she have to qualify you at all? Let alone that “faggot” (even used conversationally with people who are okay with the word) is an odd way to pronounce “lesbian”.
People are so odd.
The ignorance of ignorant people never ceases to amaze.
Next time you see her, smile pleasantly and tell her that the correct slur is dyke. Then watch her head explode.
I can’t put my finger on why, but somehow I get the feeling her main goal wasn’t clarification.
I do QA work for children’s educational software. A standard feature for our games is a bad word filter. It’s kind of dumb, because for the most part, the only way a bad word is going to get into the game is if the kid types it in himself. But that’s not going to stop some parent from complaining if she sees the word “fuck” on the screen of one of our game systems, so we have a filter.
Anyway, I’m looking through the database of bugs that have been found, and I see one about the bad word filter. It’s got a bunch of words and phrases that the filter isn’t catching. Some of them were kinda funny (“gay as a fish” stands out in my memory) so I showed it to the guy who sits next to me. He’s reading it and chuckling at some of the stuff the guy managed to get through the filter. Then he stops, turns to me, and asks, “What’s a ‘luh-bee-uh?’”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing and said, “It’s labia! Dude, I feel so sorry for your girlfriend!”
“People that live in hot places fight and try to take over the government all the time because they’re so hot and uncomfortable. You never hear about any wars in cold places like Antarctica or the South Pole.”
We really need a “bang head on desk” smiley.
That’s It!! We just need to start sending A/C units, window shakers and fans over there and the situation would cool down!
You don’t have to be able to pronounce the names of these fancy dishes to know they taste goooood.
“You know, I hate gay people, so I let it be known,” Hardaway said Wednesday, according to a transcript on the Miami Herald Web site. “I don’t like gay people and I don’t like to be around gay people. I am homophobic. I don’t like it. It shouldn’t be in the world or in the United States.”
‘‘First of all, I wouldn’t want him on my team,’’ Hardaway answered. "And second of all, if he was on my team, I would really distance myself from him because I don’t think that is right. I don’t think he should be in the locker room while we are in the locker room. But stuff like that is going on and there’s a lot of other people I hear that are like that and still in the closet and don’t want to come out of the closet, but you know I just leave that alone.’’
‘‘Something has to give,’’ he said. "And I think the majority of players would ask for him to be traded or they would want to be traded…If you have 12 other ballplayers in your locker room that are upset and can’t concentrate and always worried about him in the locker room or on the court it’s going to be hard for your teammates to win and accept him as a teammate.’’
I was evesdropping on a Best Buy sale. It was a family buying a TV and a home theater in a box (DVD/receiver and 5.1 speakers). The BB guy actually told them that if they don’t upgrade to these Monster video cables, they won’t be able to get surround sound. :smack: :smack: :smack:
I wanted to say something, but given that the family was now trying to decide if they wanted to spend another $50 on video cables (so they could get surround sound), I figured by saying anything at all, I would just be confusing everyone and it wasn’t worth my time to try to straigten it all out.
This may not qualify as “ignorant” but it definitely qualifies as “stupid.”
Standing in the customer service line at Best Buy behind two teenage girls:
They’re blathering randomly for a while, really inane stupid shit. Then…
in slow, plodding voices devoid of all meaningful inflection. Imagine five second pauses between each comment.
Girl A: “I never really understood that song.”
Girl B: “What song?”
Girl A: “That song by the Spice Girls. You know, ‘If You Wanna Be My Lover’”
Girl B: “What do you mean?”
Girl A: “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”
Girl B: “Yeah?”
Girl A: “I don’t get it. I mean… Why would she want him to sleep with all of her friends?”
Girl B: “Yeah… that is weird. It’s weird such a song would be so popular.”
At which point I turned and buried my face in my husband’s chest to stifle the laughter.
Also, I delivered a verdict in a Jury Trial yesterday. The plaintiff had a history of drug use which apparently began following the death of his child. After his testimony, when we were all sitting in the Jury Room during court recess, one of the jurors remarked, “Well, that was interesting. I’ve never been that close to a real crackhead before!” It was two parts snob and two parts fascination. All we could offer in return was an awkward silence. And later when we were discussing the fact that the Plaintiff had a traumatic brain injury and the impact that may have had on his testimony, someone else remarked, “Yeah but you know what? I’m not trying to be racist or anything… But I know this guy who’s black and from the inner city… they really talk that way!”
Sometime after June '86 and while Phil Donahue still had a show there was a quasi-debate between representatives of the Topfree Seven from Rochester (yay!) and the county D.A. (Monroe County, New York). I don’t recall much that was said by the guests but a couple of the audience comments were priceless.
(First let me say that most exposure of person laws, when including a woman’s breasts, carefully distinguish against mere cleavage by referring to nipples; such also refer to areolas as well. Generally both areolas as well as nipples must be covered; some statutes have gone beyond that to include as “nudity” any portion of a breast below the level of the uppermost point of the areola. And so on. While some refer to portions of the breast of a different color than most of the breast, which may cause even more problems than the “below” factor, most assume a common knowledge of what an areola is, and are thus worded accordingly – The point is that NYS law did use the word and it was naturally enough mentioned early on in the discussion of challenges to the law.)
Somewhere in the early-middle of the show a youngish man who might otherwise appear intelligent and was certainly well-spoken offered a bit of reasoning on the “con” side of topfree equality. Not to berate the man for his opinion…
(Paraphrased): *** I was nursed by my mother’s breasts… I consider them ‘sacred’ … ***
NOW, I don’t object to this sort of opinion even though I don’t agree with it. What he went on to say, though, was STOOOOOPID!!!
(Paraphrase continued): *** … I don’t like them being referred to with a DIRTY WORD like areola. ***
<Jack slowly shakes his head with hand on forehead>
Fortunately, when Donahue started the show with the challenging rhetorical question: *** If a man can take his shirt off… What’s the difference? ***
The first audience speaker, a woman, was quick enough to immediately come back with…
*** I can think of two differences! ***
And that made up for it!
True Blue Jack
My wife has an ignorant co-worker. He claims that people often mess up the difference between ethnicity and** race.**
He’s right about that, but he told her, “Ethnicity is what you look like, while Race is your cultural identity.”
She informed him he has it flipped, but he insisted he was right. They looked it up, and when she showed him the dictionary/encyclopedia agreed with her, he said, “The books are wrong i guess. See? It even extends to pulicatations.”
More fact less confidence that can not be changed.
Ugh. I had a co-worker that used to drive me batshit with a similar confusion: She used “nationality” in place of “ethnicity,” and would not budge on it.
“What nationality are you?”
“She’s Canadian, Sue.”
“No, you know what I mean, what nationality are you?”
“He’s right. I’m Canadian. My parents were born here in Vancouver.”
“No, I mean, are you Chinese or Japanese?”
“I’m Canadian, but I have Chinese heritage.”
“So your nationality is Chinese, then.”
“Let me check-- what nation do we live in, again?”
:smack:
I’ve heard that a fair bit too. I think people hear the word “nationality”, get only a vague grasp of its meaning from the context they hear it in, and start using it because it sounds cooler than the other words they think mean the same thing.
True, but for many years a long vowel sound meant the vowel “said its name”: mate, beat, life, boat, muse. A short vowel sound did not: mat, bet, lift, hot, mutt. Technically, they were not what linguists call a long or short vowel, and it oversimplifies the vowel sounds, but it was a standard shortcut for explaining things to elementary school students and is hardly ignorant.