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dearest nitroxbabe: sorry babe, the crassness is on your part; and i wish you may understand this...despite the moral complexity, concerning your insistance, irregardless common sense, that the use of this word is vulgar. It is not vulgar, it is a perfectly appropriate english word. A lurid imagination does not pre-empt the lexicon...full stop..whether you like it or not. This was the purpose of the definitions cited from the O.E.D... instead of MTV.
KrisBs excerpt nails, (if you will excuse the oppressive, masculinist connotation that is primarily in your mind), the intended meaning, namely;
Pussy: N. Amer. informal a weak, cowardly, or effeminate man.
If personal offense, right or wrong, misinformed, deluded, whatever...is the ultimate authority...then i am offended...yes.., a victim of your lexical callousness. And with my fresh, elevated and contemporary status as a language usage victim, i point a finger trembling with righteous moral outrage, at all you drysuit wearers...You despoilers of mother nature...You callous consumers and wasters of tri-laminate and neoprene, (most likely assembled in non union and glue addled sweatshops by the oppressed for minimum wages in third world countries, like uhm...Canada.), You despotic, arbitrary rubber barons...You inflated blobs who paddle about like autocrats in tyrannical and absolutist, imperious comfort whilst the fish cannot even afford scarves, let alone warm socks..while pelagic proletariat huddle in neglect with only their ripped, aquasealed farmerjohns or their scales or blubber, whathaveyou for comfort, ....and especially..You babes with your fancy-pants nitrox, your lips red with enhanced O2, (as if with the blood of resistive language victims...sob) while the downtrodden bob about the surface with ashen faces, their sunken eyes swollen with salted tears.....how dare you! How dare you assume to police the language of Shakespeare, Milton, Blake, Dalton, Boyle and Cousteau (well, his 2nd language...but im sure he would not suffer this moral outrage from the bourgeoisie...the french know how to handle your kind.) between huffs of nitrox in your monster SUV while swervedriving through the suburbs i imagine! What do you know of it? Nothing i say!....your too busy oppressing posts noble with rosseauian savagery with your cliquey schoolmarmism and trendy gestapo language initiatives...
A hand...hooked and blue with cold and unenhanced oxygen levels...rising slowly from the 45F surface...clenches into a neoprene fist of staunch, collectivist rebuttal! We shall overcome! Wetsuit Divers Unite! Overthrow the Drysuit Bourgeosie! etc. etc...
(too much espresso...i think.)
KrisBs excerpt nails, (if you will excuse the oppressive, masculinist connotation that is primarily in your mind), the intended meaning, namely;
Pussy: N. Amer. informal a weak, cowardly, or effeminate man.
If personal offense, right or wrong, misinformed, deluded, whatever...is the ultimate authority...then i am offended...yes.., a victim of your lexical callousness. And with my fresh, elevated and contemporary status as a language usage victim, i point a finger trembling with righteous moral outrage, at all you drysuit wearers...You despoilers of mother nature...You callous consumers and wasters of tri-laminate and neoprene, (most likely assembled in non union and glue addled sweatshops by the oppressed for minimum wages in third world countries, like uhm...Canada.), You despotic, arbitrary rubber barons...You inflated blobs who paddle about like autocrats in tyrannical and absolutist, imperious comfort whilst the fish cannot even afford scarves, let alone warm socks..while pelagic proletariat huddle in neglect with only their ripped, aquasealed farmerjohns or their scales or blubber, whathaveyou for comfort, ....and especially..You babes with your fancy-pants nitrox, your lips red with enhanced O2, (as if with the blood of resistive language victims...sob) while the downtrodden bob about the surface with ashen faces, their sunken eyes swollen with salted tears.....how dare you! How dare you assume to police the language of Shakespeare, Milton, Blake, Dalton, Boyle and Cousteau (well, his 2nd language...but im sure he would not suffer this moral outrage from the bourgeoisie...the french know how to handle your kind.) between huffs of nitrox in your monster SUV while swervedriving through the suburbs i imagine! What do you know of it? Nothing i say!....your too busy oppressing posts noble with rosseauian savagery with your cliquey schoolmarmism and trendy gestapo language initiatives...
A hand...hooked and blue with cold and unenhanced oxygen levels...rising slowly from the 45F surface...clenches into a neoprene fist of staunch, collectivist rebuttal! We shall overcome! Wetsuit Divers Unite! Overthrow the Drysuit Bourgeosie! etc. etc...
(too much espresso...i think.)