Political (de)correctness
Once upon a time, I made some assinine point by saying “everyone has someone who is ______ in their family.” I honestly don’t remember if I was referring to people with mental handicaps, homosexuals or Kansans. The joke began there.
Last night as my sister and I sat in Barnes and Noble, I snapped at her to “stop being mildly retarded.”
Katherine waited a beat and looked at me, frowning. “Anne Marie,” she said, “that’s not funny. Everyone has someone who is mild in their family. Mild people are people too.”
I don’t know whether to find it funny or not, which is why, twenty hours later, when I start to laugh, I stop myself and end up making a strange honking noise instead.
