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chochiyo_sama) wrote2005-07-12 01:30 am
Bad Language and Respect
GG, don't read this entry. It is going to have some very bad words in it.
Go flog Clong or play with Frank the Bunny.
:)
Last night I read Carmen's livejournal about Harry calling her a cunt.
It has been eating at me ever since.
Cunt is such an ugly word. While I say "fuck" with depressing frequency these days, I RARELY even consider using the world Cunt. In fact, I think I've only used it in real life twice. And never directly to someone as in "You are a ..." Once I refered to a group of self-absorbed, holier-than-thou, prissy-ass women as "The Cunt Clan" when speaking of them to another friend. I would never call them that to their face. Bitches, maybe. But never cunts.
Cunt reminds me of the word Squaw. In my youth, I thought "squaw" meant "woman." It doesn't. It is the NA word to refer to the woman's sexual organ. I learned that white trappers called NA women "squaws" because, to them, that was what those women were--their entire existance, their entire significance, their entire use was to be a penis receptacle. Willing or not.
Cunt is the same thing. Both Cunt and Squaw are harsh, abrupt sounding words as well. Even if you had no clue what they meant, you'd be able to tell it wasn't anything nice by the way they sound. Both of those words are dehumanizing. Calling a woman a cunt reduces her to the status of an object--a tight little pocket existing solely for the purpose of being a temporary container for a man's penis. Her brain, her thoughts, her dreams, her talents, her creativity, her self--all of those things are swept away, tossed into the bin, with one gutteral word.
Cunt.
The unfathomable level of disrespect indicated by someone using this word is mind-boggling. Especially when it is used on someone you (supposedly) love. It's more than simple disrespect. It's contempt. It's a level of malevolence that makes me feel sick to my stomach, and angry. Very angry. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around that concept. My brother-in-law has called my sister a cunt on occasion--in front of their two sons. What kind of man would call the mother of his children a cunt? What kind of man would call the woman he supposedly loves and intends to marry a cunt?
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
Remember that lie from childhood?
Because it is a lie. Not just a lie, but a fucking goddamned lie.
Words hurt so much more than sticks and stones that they are hardly comparable. Beat me with a stick and in a week--maybe less--the bruises are gone. Call me a cunt--make me feel like something nasty and unworthy of basic human dignity and respect--and it will stab me in the heart each and every time I remember it for the rest of my life. And if I am vulnerable enough to believe that I am unworthy of respect and dignity--unentitled to be or do anything except exist as a temporary storage unit for somebody's dick--my soul--my essence--is damaged almost to the point of destruction.
I don't really know why reading that little entry affected me as profoundly as it did--maybe it's because I think Carmen is Da Bomb and doesn't deserve to be treated so shittily, or maybe because it clicked into play my memories of my sister's worthless, POS alcoholic husband calling her a cunt, setting the bar for both of his sons regarding treatment of the woman you (supposedly) love, or maybe it's because I've had words used as weapons against me so many times in my life, and I know how deep the wounds of words go--and how much it hurts--and how it never ever really heals--I don't know.
But I do know that it isn't okay. It isn't fucking okay to call anyone a cunt. I don't care what they did. Or what your mood is. Or if you have a migraine and they are beating a drum. Or if your dog died. Or if your manhood hasn't been fully functional for three months.
It isn't okay to call anyone a cunt.
Since I can't drive to Ohio and have a little personal chat with the infamous Harry, and since there's not a damned thing I can do about my stupid asshole brother-in-law (believe me, I have campaigned hard to get my sister to divorce the bastard), I decided to write my little Rant about it here.
I'm sorry if anyone was offended by the vulgar terms.
GG, if you read this--you're getting flogged. So you better not have read it!!
GG
(Anonymous) 2005-07-12 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: GG
FLog GG every day for one week.
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yr entitled to yr opinion, of course. but i enjoy th word cunt very much. i enjoy taking power away frm those who would use th word against me, by turning it into my word, my weapon. i like th way it sounds. i think it can be both sexy and violent, which are two of my favorite things to be.
it is abrupt sounding. just like fuck. which is also one of th most beautiful words in th language. it's sad that a word can't be positive just because it's short and percussive. you shld know better, since you are a teacher. it CAN mean positive things. it CAN be empowering. i know i'm not th only one who thinks this.
a word can only hurt you if you let it. being called names is not something i tend to get worried about. th only person who can reduce you, yr brains, yr heart, to a "pocket" is you.
just because someone calls me a slang name for vagina, doesn't mean that's all i am. i would expect a number of people would be very disappointed if i bought into that bullshit.
i pity people tht don't have any better defense against being insecure and uneducated than calling people names. i am better than them. no matter how nasty or offensive or taboo the word is, it's like an ant attacking an elephant.
i don't see how calling a woman a cunt is any worse than calling a man a prick, or how it's worse than "bitch" or "slut," except its pronunciation.
we can't make ourselves victims to th malicious whims of uneducated assholes, male or female, anymore. not for one more day, never again, not once.
this is why i hate feminism: it breeds victims who subject their emotions th whims of others, who are often out to hurt them.
there are no bad words, only bad intentions.
as far as harry being a complete jerk to call me that. uh. YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY CORRECT, MADAM, and plz do drive down here to wash out his mouth with lava soap. being called names, i dn't mind, but what does worry me is when th man who is supposed to love me tries to leverage an insult against my sense of self-worth. that ticks me right th hell off. i am not okay with someone who supposedly wants to spend th rest of their life with me trying to hurt me.
anyone else, bring them right th fuck on. call me cunt, whore, slut, bitch, call me cum-dumpster, call me anything you want. fuck them. they don't know me. and i mean, if worse comes to worse, and i do start to feel violated, reduced, insulted or anything else tht threatens my quality of life ONE IOTA, i am coming after them with a pickaxe and a wicked case of PMS.
(that said, i am flattered tht you reacted so strongly in what is obviously my defense. i respect you more than anything, lady.)
Your Strength is Impressive.
heh heh
Cho
Re: Your Strength is Impressive.
"no, YOU are."
ad infinitum. ((hug))
Re: Your Strength is Impressive.