you are absolutely right, and I have no need to continue to offend someone, I’m more so addressing the need to offend someone at first, or, the need to ‘be yourself’ in all your imperfect glory, until you figure out who you and the other person is going to communicate.
I’m not cutting you down here, so see the constructive intention behind my comment on your quote here
I wont say nigger for a plethora of reasons,
But you did say it, which, is fine by me. But you make my point that nothing is off the table, because there is always the possibility of ‘meta-conversation’. So declaring one thing or another to be off the table only turns us into hypocrites and liars, it doesn’t solve the problem of offense. We can only solve the problem of offense with ourselves, and between ourselves and the speaker, no abstract rule will save us when it comes to language.
Neighbor Scout.
personally, I find n-word condescending, and useless. If all language is symbolic, as ‘they’ say, then switching out one symbol for another does nothing to change the inherent meaning.
Besides, how will some of my friends react if I suddenly started to say ‘n-word, please?’ Oh wait, we do say that once and a while, but it’s ironic. Culturally, nigger (and vocalizing ‘nigger’ is much more worse than my actual use ‘nigga’) is more appropriate for me and some of my friends. Of course I have white friends who are shocked to hear a teacher say it in the ‘meta’ context, and they don’t know my other friends.
I actually do see why pussy, when used derogatorily, sucks way worse than nigger. It’s harder to justify, whereas the female community has embraced bitchy and even cunty, pussy is usually a sexy word, not a mean one.
I guess the only thing I’ll really be able to expose here is how snide and cynical me and my friends are, and how at 27, the only people I care to not offend are the people I want to be my friends. But really, I don’t care if I offend my friends. If offense were a game, it would be our national pastime. Maybe that makes us twisted. I think it keeps us sane.
It would be different if I balked at whitey or cracker, but I have a few t-shirts with those very words. Somehow organically, we grew into the angry labels, and transformed them. I don’t think I’m going to get anywhere else to organically bring these points home to people who weren’t there when it happened.