Nov 082011
 

Note: I have had several requests for a reprint of this article, which first ran in the Gypsy Journal in 2007. Since we were on the go and didn’t get home until very late last evening, and my fingers are still swollen and sore, I decided to post it for today’s blog.

A while back I was taken to task by a reader for using the term “gal” in the Gypsy Journal. In reply, I wrote that I refuse to be politically correct. I’ve tried it, but facts are facts. I’m a dinosaur.

However, in my constant search for self-improvement, I have given the matter a lot of thought, and decided that yes, I can make some changes to reflect the kinder, gentler Nick some of you seem to expect. I don’t think I’ll become a flaming liberal anytime soon, but maybe by adopting a more enlightened vocabulary I can move a step or two out of the Stone Age.

Henceforth, I will strive to use the following terms to replace the crude ones I was known for in the past.

When an RV salesman is trying to push an overpriced unit on you and swearing that it will carry three times the rated payload, he is not “lying through his teeth.” He is just being “ambivalently truthful.” That line he is feeding you is not pure “bull s**t.” He is, in fact, disseminating “bovine scatology.”

The lady in the rig parked next to me is not a "dumb blonde." She is a "light-haired detour off the information superhighway."

I will no longer refer to my mother-in-law as a “nag.” She is, in fact, “verbally repetitive.”

My weird cousin is not an "airhead" anymore. He is now "reality impaired."

The nice mountain folks of Kentucky, Tennessee, and West Virginia will no longer be referred to as "hillbillies." From this day on, I shall call them “Appalachian-Americans.”

When my fellow RVers sit around the campfire and extend Happy Hour into the wee hours of the morning, they do not get "drunk" or "tipsy." They get "chemically inconvenienced."

The folks in those big fancy Prevosts factory bus conversions who look down on the rest of us because we didn’t spend in excess of $400,000 on our RVs are really not “snobs.” They just have a physical malady known as “nasal elevation” and also suffer from a psychological problem described in textbooks as “financially inflated egos.”

That noisy little dog in the campsite next to us that never shuts up is not a “yappy little mutt.” He is a “vocally expressive canine of diminutive size.” His owner, who never has the courtesy to make him be quiet so the neighbors can enjoy their camping experience, is not a “rude jerk.” He just suffers from “cranial-rectal inversion.”

That portly fellow in the diesel pusher across the way does not have a "beer gut." He has developed a "liquid grain storage facility." He does not get "falling-down drunk." He becomes "accidentally horizontal."

When I see an old geezer with a gal (excuse me, young woman) half his age, he is not a "cradle robber," he just prefers "generational differential relationships."

The owner of that tire shop that ripped me off when I broke down in Needles, California a few years ago is not a “damned crook” after all. He is actually a businessman who practices “negative marketing.”

Now in return for this effort on my part, I expect some concessions out of Miss Terry and the other people around me to describe my own very few shortcomings and imperfections.

I am not "balding," I am in "follicle regression." Nor am I a "bad dancer." As it turns out, I am simply "overly Caucasian." Regardless of what Miss Terry claims, I do not "get lost all the time." I just enjoy "investigating alternative destinations.”

My occasional “gal” comments aside, I am not a "male chauvinist pig. The truth is, I have "swine empathy."

And last, but certainly not least, when I bend over and my jeans sag a bit, what you are seeing is not "butt crack." This is best described as "rear cleavage."

Thought For The Day – Life is short, smile while you still have teeth.

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  4 Responses to “Politically Correct RVing”

  1. That’s some funny stuff Nick. I got a real giggle out of a couple, especially “rear cleavage.” Randy has that 🙂

    Sorry the fingers are giving you grief. I have the same thing, and there are some days when I can’t even button my blouse.

    We hope to make it to Yuma for your rally this year. We will be spending our first winter as full times out west.

  2. ONE OF YOUR BEST!!!!!

  3. Today’s blog is Classic Nick Russell. Loved it. You know, keep this up Nick and you just might have a career in writing.

    On the serious side, I do hope you can find some relief for your fingers.

  4. It is an oldie but goody, Sometimes I think the political correctness is a bunch of BS. Everyone is so afraid of hurting someones feeling goes to far. I was hopping that the hot paraffin baths would help elevate your pain. When you see your VA o.doctor see if he will refer you to a Humanoid Arthritis doctor, maybe he can help you. Hope that they start feeling better. Thanks for the rain, we needed it. love you both

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