I am about to call someone a name. This is not a decision I’ve reached lightly. Name-calling is not in my nature. True, I have cast more than my share of aspersions on others, but I have tried to do it with humor, or, even when I was seriously upset, I tried to modulate my tone. This is not to say that I don’t get angry, but I’m not a screamer. I tend to sulk and plot revenge. I’m sure there must have been times when, as a child, I called someone “stupid” or “ugly” or “fat” or some of...
