Now that I have your attention, I’m not talking about a concerted effort to censor me/us by nefarious powers that be.
I’m talking about the censorship I do to myself.
This morning I ran into a reader of PWPL in the drugstore checkout. We had a nice chat. She shared that she is going to be retiring and is going to do more work on “these issues.” She then said “I don’t feel comfortable saying that word out loud!” I agreed that sometimes I struggle with the same thing.
Self-censorship: We are our own worst enemies. Why wouldn’t you mention the A word? Why not ask questions? Why not be up front about the work we do “on these issues”?
A tangent: I was recently out on a gelato date. One of the flavours is called “Sexy Chocolate.” “Sexy Chocolate” is just plain ole’ chocolate, in case you are wondering. After eating “Sexy Chocolate” absolutely nothing about me had changed. Except possibly my weight. It’s disappointing, to be frank. People, if I order “Sexy Chocolate” I want some sort of outcome guarantee.
Anyhoo, when I’m in that store (not too terribly often; please reference point A about the weight change) I always feel it is slightly pathetic that we feel we must add this descriptor (“Sexy!”) to just about everything. It’s an ice cream shop, for crying out loud.
And the lady serving the “Sexy Chocolate” described right there how a child had kind of stumbled over the word “sexy” in making the same order recently.This piqued my interest.
The immediate question to pop into my mind was “Why are you making a child order sexy chocolate?” Do they not expect children in their ice cream shop? Or is “sexy” just a standard, run-of-the-mill word, to be learned early? As in “See Sexy Spot Run.”
However, I self-censored and didn’t say anything.
I continue to challenge myself to stop doing that and I challenge you to do the same. My goal here isn’t to be annoying, but rather to be honest with myself on how I am feeling. Or, often enough, about my life’s work. Honest and cordial. That’s all.
Here ends the rant. (By the way, it is cool to run into friendly readers in the drugstore!)
“Sexy” or “Regular” chocolate? I’ll never know…