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I do not like to think that I’m easily offended because for the most part, I’m not. Most times that people insult me, they’re being sarcastic. And most times that people fling stings of profanities past my face, they’re not directed at me.
But here’s the thing.
The number one insult you could direct at me is that I’m stupid. I am extremely self-conscious about my intelligence level, and even more so about my opinions and manner of thinking and set of morals. I’ve been known to get defensive of a band I live for by putting them down a bit before someone listens, because I don’t want to get other people’s hopes up or they may never trust my opinions again.
The number two insult you could direct at me is that I’m fat. I am not, but I’ve been overly aware of my body for a long time.
The number three insult you could direct at me is that I’m ugly. Again with the self-consciousness and awareness of flaws.
And then after the direct insults, which are blows at everything I am, then I get mad at name-calling.
“Bitch” isn’t that bad. It sucks that all the worst things you could call a man or a woman are female-related words. If you refer to me as the basic definition of a bitch, well, sometimes you’re right, but I’m generally peaceful and lenient and flexible.
“Fucker” also makes me laugh a bit. How bad is that?
“Fuckface” begins to get at me because while the term is nonsense, it implies ugliness. And that’s number three.
“Cunt” is probably the worst. It’s just insulting. I don’t mind casual use, but once you’ve directed it at me, you’ve pretty much shown that you have zero respect for me. While f-bombs can be repaired, c-bombs cannot.
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