An Original Collection of Provocative and Powerful Essay's by R. B. STUART. Her Work Begins and Ends at the Crux of Truth, Sorrow and Humor---Capable of Slicing Through Your Psyche and Piercing Your Heart.
BY R. B. STUART
Post Thirty-Seven
It’s simple to have
sarcastic banter and humorous discourse without the use of derogatory words. I’ve had my share of name-calling in junior high, that continued periodically in the streets of New York, usually by adult men, whom felt the only way to feel powerful was to call me a fat bitch, ugly bitch, or whore. Those words aren’t on the tip of my psyche when having a verbal altercation with a stranger, but the playing field changes when they go there first. I never hone in on a particular body image or defect; weight, height, or baldness, instead I’ll hit him where he’s the most covered and insecure---in the loins. A montage of carefully selected words may lynch the backbone of his manhood.
In L. A. the insults
even come from women…usually Latino. Last week a girl approached me one night with her Pit Bull when I was walking my Poodle and was offended when I slid out into the street so she could pass by. She defended her dog, who was angling towards us, as sweet and just wanted to play, adding his Rolodex of Pomeranian friends. I conveyed that mine was Alpha and aggressive, and began to growl in unison of
my remark. Her Pit undeterred stretched closer. I remarked that I wasn’t
interested in them meeting since mine would ultimately be the looser if he nipped at hers, it would provoke a fight and I’d be holding an empty leash.
She retorted with my dogs
need for socialization as I plodded along the darkened boulevard. Then
announced, “Go eat a cheeseburger bitch.”
I was aghast, “Oh
gawd…California is nothing but assholes. You wouldn’t be talking that way to
people if you didn’t have a Pit Bull at your side.”
“You’re the asshole
bitch…go eat a cheeseburger,” she cockily repeated trying to tighten the grip
on her muscular white and brown carnivore who was becoming agitated.
Over the summer I confronted a woman about picking up her dogs poop from my yard [it is the norm in L. A. to not pick-up after your dog no matter how small the turd. The latest trend is allowing them to defecate on the sidewalk and simply leave it. Yes, L.A.ers are a filthy bunch.]
She professed a verbal
assault, “This is public property you dumb bitch. You’re mental go take your
meds bitch.”
Unfortunately without
red property lines inking the ground she couldn’t differentiate between public
and private property. Maybe she was referring to Woody Guthrie’s folk song, “This
land is your land, this land is my land. From California to the New York
island. This land was made for you and me.”
As a celebrity you're
accustomed to haters via Internet comments....and we know how hurtful it can
be. But what about those who 'read' people in their personal life---push
people’s buttons---family and friends? It appears like hating---but is it human
nature to pick people apart, expose their neurosis, or "issues,"
to their face and/or behind their back?
Is speaking the truth a
character flaw, or is it human nature to criticize? How does one dull a sharp
tongue? Being a stand-up comic is the only profession in which cutting wit and
sarcasm is cultivated and praised.
Like the venom of a
rabid animal it seethes just below the surface on reality TV.
Realistically, we are
aware no one is perfect---but when others are less than perfect our gripes feel
justified because we observe a personality or character flaw in another---how
do you suspend the words from traveling up your gullet and spewing a mouth full
of razor like verbiage. We know it can cause long held rifts between
people---but once you have the capability to "read" people---how do
you turn off the spigot and shut your mouth. It’s like someone sitting down at
a crystal ball for a reading…and instead of gently taking their hand stroking
their palm---you sever a vein. It’s a psychological wound in which they’ll
never forget the time or place….or who
the avenger was. Words are the truth tellers amulet of poison.
Even Donald Trump laments about aggressive haters, but then like quicksilver uses his trumpet calling Marc Cuban an asshole on Twitter. And in 2015 at the Academy Awards found disapproval with co-presenter, 80 year old, 1950’s Alfred Hitchcock muse, Kim Novak, whose face had transformed from Botox and surgeries.
Equally so, Trump has
taken endless jabs about his hair resembling a toupee, unflattering orange
spray tan, mannerisms and overall appearance. And I must admit that I am amused
by Trumps unabashed outspokenness …as it reminds me of my own foibles sans gender,
money, or influence.
But why would Trump, who
has the highest of standards in building and design, as well as personal and
professional integrity---lower himself to take swipes at other celebs or
politicians? Novak admitted to her devastation from his public humiliation that
resulted in not leaving home for three days.
Society at large is
murky with the spontaneous combustion of castrating someone else’s ego, or
dissecting their physical attributes---it’s akin to frosted donut holes and a
latté.
Then again there are
haters who use social media as their platform for public ridicule, slander,
bullying, or racism twisting a joyful event into a civil rights movement. As with
a vicious tweet to Oprah on National Pet Day, as she celebrated lovingly with a
video of giving her dogs treats.
This army of invisible,
ignorant, Internet imbeciles post and tweet without fear of retribution. If the
government can’t protect us from Terrorists posing as Tourists, then how will
they police millions of pages of script littering our information superhighway?
It appears the human
race is under attack from a multitude of nemeses; terror attacks, verbal
attacks, racial attacks, financial attacks, environmental attack, religious
attack, sexual attack, heart attacks…
Has the speed of time
made this world so raw and unfiltered that one must wear a suit of armor before turning on the news, and sling a shield over your breast before walking out the door…or is it merely the fallout
from being truthful, and having the electronic means to spread our freedom of speech---no matter how painful or evil---that we will die, kill or lie for it. Maybe
Jesus meant; Live by the Word. Die by the Sword….
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