pho·bi·a
n.
- A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous.
- A strong fear, dislike, or aversion.
It’s a phobia.
pho·bi·a
n.
It’s a phobia.
It may also be like the anti-marriage pro-equality people today: the revolution will come eventually but it won’t come tomorrow and in the meantime, people are suffering. CP-USA’s website claims they take that approach.
How about homophobic asshole?
Jack Tripper wasn’t gay, but was openly gay.
Indeed. Dare I suggest that:
I’m possibly wrong about this, in which case go ahead and educate me, but for the last few decades it’s seemed to me to have been mainly the gay and pro-gay side of the discussion that’s been hurling around the word homophobia as a pejorative. So if you now decide it’s an abuse of good grammar, by all means feel free to drop it, but I don’t in the name of good logic see how you get from there to “Actually it’s not a phobia at all! Schooled you!”.
It wasn’t just lesbians at women’s universities that were the big danger in the 1970s; just before I went off to uni my mother felt it necessary to warn me that homosexuals might try to pick me up and they could be “very persuasive”. That was probably more sex advice in one conversation than she’d given me during the rest of my adolescence, and as much use as tits on a bull. I already looked on the possibility of being hit on (in a civilised manner, of course) by a gay as something I could field with dignity and mutual respect, and in actual fact I have never been hit on by a gay in my life.
(The perv who tried to pick me up at the bus station when I was about 12 - 13 doesn’t count, and nor does the lavatory loiterer about three years later who decided to watch me under the partition from the next cubicle. I do know the difference.)