According to the headline on Yahoo.com, Clay Aiken admitted in a recent article that he is gay.
Boy, you could knock me over with a feather!
I mean, who would have ever thought? I see quack, waddle....I think duck! I see dark clouds, lightning, high winds....I think thunderstorm! I hear Clay Aiken speak, watch his mannerisms, see him perform....I think GAY!!!
Imagine my surprise when all of the indicators proved to be correct!
Well, so much for that. Let's get on with the real reason for this blog: euphemisms.
We're eaten up with them in this day and age. "Homosexual," "queer," "fruitcake," etc., were apparently inappropriate, so we came up with "gay," which, BTW, used to mean "happy."
Who are they trying to convince?
I mean, I'm a live and let live kind of guy, but don't coin yourself "happy" if your lifestyle choices cause acrimony and heartache at every turn. Has any parent ever found out that their son or daughter was homosexual and jumped for joy? How many parents, friends of family, or relatives throw a party at that announcement?
That's what I thought.
And "gay" isn't the only one. Mentally challenged people are now "exceptional." Fat people are now "Plus sized." A bum is now "homeless." A prostitute is now a "call girl" or a "lady of the evening." I could go on and on, but you get the picture. Who's trying to fool who, and what's the purpose? Is a duck offended if I call it a duck? Would "aquatic waterfowl" be more appropriate?
If you don't like your circumstance, do something to change it! Don't call yourself something else to make it seem less offensive!
The only person you're fooling in the long run is yourself!
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