The death of Florence Jean Castleberry
The other day I made a comment in the chat room about the fact that it makes me sad that southern waitresses can no longer sidle up to me in the greasy spoon and ask me, “What can I get you, sweety?” without fear of having someone take offense.
I would like to expand on that sentiment and explain.
I absolutely agree that no one should ever use words that are racial slurs, or derogatory towards a persons gender, color, race, ethnicity, age, or sexual orientation.
That kind of stuff is beyond the pale.
But I think the Politically Correct 90’s and the whole movement behind political correctness robbed us of many things as well.
I have to wonder, after that whole movement gained momentum, how many comments like, “Wow! You look great today. That shirt is totally flattering on you,” or “Have you been hitting the gym? It shows. You look awesome!” have gone unsaid for fear that someone might now take offense.
I sometimes feel like all we have been left with are the unambiguous, negative garbage messages, which no one likes but which are difficult to misread as anything other than what they are.
There is no room in America for Florence Jean Castleberry.
That sucks because she is cool.
She’s the kind of person I would want as my friend.
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