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Echoes and Mirrors» Blog Archive » Try not to get any sand in your vag, I hear it itches a bit.

Try not to get any sand in your vag, I hear it itches a bit.

The Right Not to be offended?

It’s a discredit to our national confidence that each time some impolite thought—perceived or otherwise—is uttered, sketched, or typed, a faction of professionally offended Americans engages in a collective hypersensitivity meltdown.

It has been a long-standing custom for opponents to shut down debate by tagging adversaries with some dreadful labels. No one wants to be called a racist, a Commie, or a neocon. It’s gotten to the point that the gatekeepers of the news walk so tepidly on the path of least resistance a journalist can’t even get a dirty joke in the newspaper.

Serendipitous that I should come across this after posting this the other day.

Yes, I’m probably a little crass and more than a bit vulgar, but if your skin is that thin, you might want to worry about yourself some more. But less so than Pulitzer Prize winners Norman Mailer, Henry Miller and now Junot Diaz:

Paul called it “the most profane reading that Seattle Arts and Lectures has ever put on,” which sounds right. It was as if Diaz was saying to the crowd: don’t let these frosty SAL types convince you that literature is boring. The guy said “fuck” at least 40 times, and the story he read had a bunch of instances of “nigger” and at least one “pussy” getting fingered. Before he began reading he apologized for how boring readings are, and this apology, coupled with the revelation that SAL administrators had asked him to read for a lot longer than he was willing to, made the crowd love him. In addition to making fun of SAL and making fun of himself, he made fun of Seattleites, made fun of Republicans, made fun of Dominicans—pretty much no one was spared. But you got the sense that Linda Bowers was pissed, felt slighted, and when she came back onstage to moderate the Q&A, it showed. She made a point of mentioning that there was extra time for questions, i.e., that Diaz hadn’t talked for as long as he was supposed to. When the questions were underway, she was brusque and prickly. She was icy. They seemed to be at war with one another, Bowers and Diaz, although it was all subtext and oddly enough seemed to energize the Q&A: to question after question, Diaz gave some of the most elegant answers I’ve ever heard a writer give. Seldom has a SAL lecturer triumphed over circumstances the way Diaz did last night.

Fuck yeah!

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