January 5, 2012
I'm talking to an acquaintance by the sinks in the gym locker room. She's a lovely Jamaican-British woman with a gentle voice. She is in a towel and I am not. (I am clothed!) At some point I have occasion to use "fuck" and lower my voice a decibel or two, and when she responds, she lowers hers even further to accommodate "hell", barely mouthing the word. It seems ridiculous that I, of all people, would care about offending anyone's ocular sensibilities when all around me I'm being assaulted by more, um, muff that you can shake a tit at.