Some of you may be aware that a few of us contacted the blog's author, Michelle, about the title of her blog. Here is what I commented to her:
I thought that was pretty damned diplo-freaking-matic of me given that what I really wanted to say was, You stupid little young person, get that offensive word out of the name of your blog. It's an idiotic blog title anyway. (Yes, this coming from someone who has "daisymayfattypants" as her URL. Hey, it's my dog. And who's going to be offended by that?).
Ah...callow youth. Here is the self-assured young woman's response:
She's decided that this is an "agree to disagree" situation. She chooses "not to be so sensitive." I guess that's pretty easy for her given that she's presumably *not* someone who's actually been labeled as retarded.
Well, I don't agree to that. She defends the word "retarded" as "modern slang." Ah, the old "modern slang" excuse. She probably thinks that's novel, that no one's ever pulled that old chestnut out of their pockets before. I'm pretty sure that the n-word gets that defense, too, but you know what? It's not acceptable to use in a blog name, and it's still damned offensive. Without equivocation, she's in a completely indefensible position, modern slang or not. Hilariously, she thinks that a word that has been in use in this very context (i.e., "retarded in love") is "modern" slang...not realizing, evidently, that even really old people in their 40s like me grew up hearing it used in exactly this way.
So, nope. I don't agree to disagree. I continue to disagree. I urge anyone else who feels the same to do the same.
Oh, and Michelle, you infant, you child, if you read this, good luck with that to-do list. Life evidently has quite a few lessons to teach you. If you're blessed with a special needs child, perhaps you'll gain a better understanding, and--dare I say it--sensitivity about the "modern slang" you choose to toss around so casually.