Anyhow, men tend to have a lot of rules about what they can talk about, and what they can’t. And that, please forgive my French (though it’s in the Greek bible manuscripts) is crap. The KJV calls it dung, maybe the frankest any English translation has gotten. But if there were an HTRN version, I sure would use the word “crap.”
If I simply disregard those rules, I win a lot of victories. People call me rude. People call me opinionated. People call me too doggedly insistent on being right. But right vs. wrong matters. There’s no time to be polite when these fig leaves we have been wearing are drying and crumbling up.
Netiquette dictates not using “Gr33k” and “cr@p” in the same sentence.