Bitch on the Blog

October 2, 2014

Gender

Filed under: Amusement,Food — bitchontheblog @ 12:05
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Sweethearts, yesterday I left an innocent remark on fresh basil. Yes, basil. The herb. Erb for Americans.

Remark on basil, the (h)erb, and you will be called “a British middle class male dickhead”. I am not easily stunned but slightly perplexed at this summoning up of me. Particularly the ‘male’ since in my experience, not that I’d ever call anyone one, dickheads are male. By definition. Mind you, and in all fairness, about a year or two ago I asked the Angel why men call each other …. never mind. Starts with c ends with t. As mysteries go it’s dense undergrowth.

A kind fellow commentator queried that maybe “assumptions” were made about me. Do you think that original fucker/fuckeress had the grace to apologize? Not on your nellie.

Let not any of you be put off your basil. As the Greeks say it’s the king of herbs. With a smell to die for. I don’t even have it in my heart, though wish I did, to will infestation of black fly on his basil.

Blisters on my feet,

U

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12 Comments »

  1. I am intrigued enough to ask you for a link to the site where you left your innocent comment.

    Comment by rummuser — October 2, 2014 @ 12:22 | Reply

    • Ramana, there is nothing more to see at the site of that particular crash.

      And then there was the incident of … Oh, dear. Like something out of a comedy sketch. Only not funny. I came to the defense of someone (please don’t ask the name – no, not Hitler) and for the first time in my life I received hatemail. Asking me to leave the country, go back where I came from. I did relate this to my father who gave me a few pointers why I had poured acid into a wound felt by many people, including many outside the UK’s border. Whether their grief is justified or not is – in my eyes – up for debate. Still, I do concede (no, not really) that I am on very very thin ice with this my reasoning. Anyway, my argument was over ethics/morale not the minutiae of political decisions. And some things you just do not do. Or say. Think them. By all means. But don’t crucify someone you, the people, elected trice to run your country.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 3, 2014 @ 06:04 | Reply

  2. Basil used to be a Greek Saint.

    Comment by Looney — October 2, 2014 @ 13:24 | Reply

    • It must be a great burden to be a saint. Not least because you are usually dead by the time they saint you.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 3, 2014 @ 06:03 | Reply

  3. So if I was a French working-class female arsehole, he/she wouldn’t have any objections?

    Comment by nick — October 2, 2014 @ 13:42 | Reply

    • The sad news, Nick, that people like that will find reason to object to anything coming their way.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 3, 2014 @ 06:03 | Reply

  4. Basil was Sybil’s partner….

    I too have been puzzled by the use of that female genital noun……. especially after a notable incident when a child had called me a copulating one and Ihad reprimanded him . He ran home and Mummy came in and called me exactly the same…in front of the Head, the Deputy head and the Senior mistress. I told her that I was not copulating and nor was I an example of female genitalia. … intersting reactions from my senior colleagues.

    BTW Have to agree about basil of various forms….

    Comment by magpie11 — October 2, 2014 @ 16:02 | Reply

    • Yes, Basil and Sybil. Rarely am I interested in people’s sex lives but have wondered about theirs.

      As to certain words, and I have no desire to delve into the minutiae, I do wonder how one and the same area of bits and bobs has become the source of ardour, desire and invective.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 3, 2014 @ 06:03 | Reply

  5. I’m trying to imagine living in a world in which people get all kerfuffled about basil–enough to call you, sweet Ursula, a dickhead. It’s nonsense on so many levels that I’m smiling right now. Now, if they called you “poopy pants,” well… Just kidding!

    I’m not a fan of the stuff, but I would never disparage anyone who is. There’s enough anger and hatred in the world. Let’s not create another category of “us” and “them” over (h)erb preferences.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 2, 2014 @ 17:06 | Reply

    • “Poopy pants”? Well, there are times when one bonds with one’s toilet. Even the Queen. Poppy pants on the other hand are to be avoided by anyone over thirty.

      Since you are not a fan of basil I shall clear the table should you ever grace it [the table that is]. I have a basil plant on it – at most times. Love the aroma. And everyone can help themselves to the leaves as they like.

      Come to think of it, the cantaloupe melon currently occupying the space gives off that smell which begs: “Eat me. I am ripe.”

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 3, 2014 @ 06:03 | Reply

      • Mm! Melon of the canteloupe variety how you tempt me with your scent of ripeness. …… I could go on but might offen the British Censor….. love the idea of the basil plant …. While I enjoy most herbs (silent ‘h’ or not) one of the most useful is parsley…. it is a great breath freshener. It manages to dispel the stench of garlic or any other alliaceous comestible. A wondeful trick.

        Comment by magpie11 — October 5, 2014 @ 12:26 | Reply


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