There are
many rules of writing and grammar that i think are bullshit. One of them that constantly bugs me is capitalizing
the letter I when referring to myself. This seems to me conceited and self-absorbed and
feels like i am trying to bring attention to myself – and it means i have to
hold down the shift key in the middle of a sentence.
It is all
right to begin a sentence with a capital, even if it is an I, as that denotes a
new thought, just as a period or other punctuation denotes a completion of that
thought.
Writing,
like speaking, should be personalized to the individual. We are not clones. We don’t speak the same, we don’t think the
same; so why should we write the same? We write to transmit what we are thinking to someone else, and as long as it serves that function it is good writing.
God damn i - Why do i still feel i need to capitalize my name or avatar.
WARNING: THIS POST IS
R-RATED: CONTAINS SEXUAL REFERENCES AND LANGUAGE NOT APPROPRIATE FOR THE IMMATURE.
On my last post I wrote that
I was not concerned with any snow fall I could measure with my dick. I went back to edit the post and almost change
the analogy – and then didn't.
I have little patience with
people that get incensed over a word.
How words are used – when words injure - can be objectionable; but the
words dick is just a scribbles on a page or uttered sound that has some
identity in our language but means absolutely nothing throughout the rest of
the non- English speaking world.
A TREATISE ON PENIS:
Since I brought it up lets
consider the penis. Men have numerous
words to describe what hangs between their legs: There is Willy, John Thomas,
Dick, Johnson, Cock, Wing-Wang, Junk, Pee Pee, Ding Dong, Trouser Snake, Man
Meat, Prick, Little Soldier… and the list goes on.
It is unfair: we have these
innocuous names for our junk but the names men attach to the female’s vagina
are mostly insulting and crude. For
some reason women don’t return the insult in kind. This is probably because men are rude vile
pigs by nature and women aren't.
Women don’t have the same
relationship with their nether parts as us men. A young boy discovers his penis is fun about
age seven; and if you don’t think you little son or grandson is yanking off
like a rabbit every chance he gets you are naive. Of course, he can’t ejaculate until about
early teens – this is when mamma starts finding the stiff socks - but the gratification
is there. Most young boys and a lot of
men name their penis – and we all talk to it: ‘looks like you’re going to get lucky tonight’ or after three of
four beers when you have to piss like a race horse and you whip it out but
nothing happens – then you cajole it: ‘Come
on. You can do this…’
Regardless of what you call it - to us our appendage is a little person – a
mini-me – a friend with a life and mind of its own.
