I think it was a polite email, if an unusual request. I've retrained myself to swear in Spanish or Swedish, depending on which speakers are surrounding me. Spanish has loads of great swears but there do tend to be a lot of Spanish speakers/understanders about. Swedish is a better bet for me.
And then there's the chance to invent more creative invective in English. We tend to rely heavily on the same 7 dirty words and it's a bit tired. I have also been critiquing my use of misogynistic stuff like "son of a bitch" - it's the person you want to insult, what does their mom have to do with it?
I think it's why the Orbit commercial is so damned funny. It doesn't matter as much what the people are saying, it's the intention behind it that counts. [link]
I am so tired of morons.
Maybe we can march them off to rocket ships to colonize Mars?
I am so tired of people who think there's no snow in Africa. Find another reason to think it's a dumb song, nitwit.
can I have an A because I do, in fact, know the information, and I showed up every day, and participated, plus, I am pretty damn cool.
"Heh heh heh....Heh. No. Also I'm docking you a letter grade for being an idiot, and making it a minus because you don't know what 'cool' is. Grotesque entitlement is not cool. Seriously. Not."
brenda, I recommend going old school and shouting, "Christ's Wounds!" Or maybe, "By the gleaming white eye sockets of Samson." Or borrowing from Ron Weasley, "Merlin's saggy left nutsack!"
kumquat is a good one, I might try to use that
I am just sometimes still surprised at random acts of misogyny or sexism.
I feel like, "oh, wait, so in your head, I'm lesser in multiple ways because I have a vag."
And then they bring up some caveman shit like it's just evolution and not really my fault, and I'll never be equal because I can't write my name in the snow. Then come the stats about how men run all the fortune 500s and have made all the important historical contributions to humanity, but really, it's not my fault because I'm built for baby-having.
And I always want to get on a plane, go to England, get Margaret Thatcher, and have her kick the shit of the dude while screaming, "who's the alpha male now, bitch?"
Maybe we can march them off to rocket ships to colonize Mars?
Like the C.M. Kornbluth story?
I'll never be equal because I can't write my name in the snow.
You could write it on his skin with an X-acto.
Brenda, that is some crazy shit. Christ. But I love the suggestions here!
Bon, I kinda heart that email. "what classes are you teaching next semester? If you give me an A I will take them and rate you highly"
