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February 27, 2012

Not so simple

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Some words need to roll off our tongues more often than they do: Like “nincompoop”.

I adore “nincompoop”. It sounds delicious. As does “Knickerbocker Glory”, a most disconcerting dessert I had when I first set foot on these isles. I only ordered it because I wanted to hear myself say it.

There is a faction of mankind which (most uncharitably) has taught me that about .. % of the world’s population is stupid.

Stupid. Nothing to do with intelligence. You may score on the Richter Scale of IQ as high as Einstein or Goethe and still qualify as stupid. Take it from me. It’s a fact. And no, no rats were harmed in the pursuit of my enlightenment.

There is a novel I keep re-reading every so often, maybe every three years – when I need to feel safe, and at home in the woods. I don’t know the politically correct term: The author’s chosen narrator ain’t a shining light how most people measure wattage. But shine he does. For me. And stupid he is not.

U

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8 Comments »

  1. The whole world’s stupid ‘cept thee and me. And sometimes even thee’s a bit daft.

    Of course we’re all stupid… to the rest of the world. Who cares?

    Title?

    Comment by magpie11 — February 27, 2012 @ 12:15 | Reply

    • Sorry, Magpie, just like I disagreed with you on your motion/notion of all of us being “insignificant” so I do not entertain that we are “all stupid”. We aren’t. “Who cares”? I do.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — February 27, 2012 @ 12:23 | Reply

  2. Yes you should try reading the Monster one next,
    and that will be quite revealing too my wickedly fine
    friend…

    Just don’t forget to crank up the voltage okay?

    Androgoth XXx

    Comment by Androgoth — February 28, 2012 @ 00:03 | Reply

  3. I believe some of the most colorful words and euphemisms in our lexicon are reserved for the description of stupid, which leads me to believe there is a significant critical mass that exists along with a fascination of such traits. While no rats were harmed in the quest of your discovery, I do wonder if any humans were, including the inquiring mind.

    I can agree that stupid can be found along the entire continuum of intellect, but tell me, is the stupid you refer to a temporary lapse and phenomenon of foolishness, or is it a more permanent condition?

    Comment by Phil — February 28, 2012 @ 14:17 | Reply

    • As so often you have me clamped. In a good way. Making me think about what I said.

      There is a stupidity which I call “vacuous”. You see it on your average High Street. All the time. The ill educated. Mothers who are so vacuous you feel like punching some sense into them because they are more interested in jabbering into their mobiles/cell phones than helping their kid, in the pushchair, make sense of the world (as in eye contact, talking to them, feedback). My god, some of those kids, when you look into their eyes are frightened out of their wits, being pushed eye level past grown ups’ knee caps.

      GG (Gay Guy – the one who has already broken my heart and I am going to propose to in the spirit of this darned 29 Feb) calls himself “obtuse”. Which he is. Obtuse. “Obtuse” is gorgeous. A word as elegant as he is. I don’t normally go for psycho babble, and its pigeon holing, but when “EQ” was coined it chimed.

      EQ – Emotional Intelligence. Some have it, some don’t. IQ and EQ do not correlate. In my experience EQ scores highest in people who are extremely OBSERVANT. I use “extremely” advisedly here. People so observant, regardless of their IQ, so switched on to others’ mind sets it’s mind blowing. It’s a gift. It’s a talent. On par with people who – by their music – make your heart sing.

      One of the most heartless people I know has an IQ which goes through the roof. And no, he is not autistic.Or dyslexic. Or whatever else category people will use to justify who they are.

      The character in the novel I refer to has a lot of knowledge (say, about wood). He is considered a simpleton yet can read the people around him like open books. Yes, I know it’s the author who created him so very cleverly, intelligently. Yet, when you meet someone like that in real life, no pretension, no nothing, just pure and simple, it’s like a homecoming. The first few years of my life I spent in a village. Villages, by their nature, and because there are so few of us, are humankind under a magnifying glass. Once you move into big cities’ lights you have to be careful not to be blinded. Detail may get lost. You have to be alert. Keep looking. And who is looking? Few. Sorry, veering off into the ether. Past the original subject. But then what is a conversation if not to take its own course?

      U

      Comment by Ursula — February 29, 2012 @ 20:41 | Reply

  4. When my son was little, he thought “stupid” was a swear word. He got that from me. But don’t worry about him, he knows (and uses) all the proper swear words now. His father should be proud.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — February 28, 2012 @ 20:02 | Reply

    • Lorna, I think your son was onto something there. Never thought of it as a swearword as in “Are you stupid or something?” Well, maybe not swearing, but certainly an insult. I never say it out loud (other than to myself – because I am tough and I can take a little criticism) but, on the whole, it’s pretty damning. Yet, “stupid” can be an endearment too. One of our two cats I thought totally “stupid”. He was the biggest (most stupid) softie ever. All 8 kg of him.

      As to your son having refined his swearing vocabulary: Invective is – contrary to most people’s perception – an interesting subject. Particularly from a linguistic point of view. The differences (and overlaps) between cultures. The main thing about swearing – like with most things in life – to apply it judiciously. Otherwise it’ll lose its impact. You may pass this morsel of my wisdom on to him. Should he say “Tell her to fuck off” I will take the hint, and he will have failed the test. On the other hand one, or he, may argue that by losing its impact swearing is not swearing any longer. I shall pursue this thought at leisure …

      The f word has most certainly lost its currency. Being bandied about in such an inflationary fashion few ill bat an eyelid any longer. I myself only swear (rarely) when either out of earshot or in company of the person I can trust to not grass me up (the Angel). Otherwise it’s just plain vulgar. (Note to self: What’s vulgar about it?) I was brought up (and, as you know, some things will stick with you) that swearing was … I don’t know exactly. Just something that women didn’t and men only under duress. As opposed to your FOS (father of son) my FOS doesn’t just frown upon but will visibly flinch when certain words are bandied about. Well, he’ll flinch at a split infinitive too and is positively militant (as am I) on the misuse of apostrophes. Lorna, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today: I talk too much. Must be that extra day of the year. Oh, the luxury of it.

      Hope things are going well for you.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — March 1, 2012 @ 04:06 | Reply

  5. I have been having an opposite reaction to a novel that is a bestseller and by a celebrated millionaire author to the delightful one you are having with your novel by a lesser known one. I find it redundant – how many times do we need to be told the protagonist is meticulous – and that the plot is contrived and the action is passive. I finally gave up on it. Now I’m thinking the author must be brilliant if she can get that past editing. Wow.

    Comment by writingfeemail — February 29, 2012 @ 00:18 | Reply


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