Nick Goes PC

 Posted by at 2:17 am  Nick's Blog
Mar 292013

I figure by now you’re pretty sick of me telling you that I spent the day at my desk fighting our slow internet connection and working on getting the shopping carts working for our back issues. But that’s pretty much what I did, except for posting a new indie author interview with fulltime RVer Jaimie Hall Bruzenak on my self-publishing blog. So instead of boring you once again, I dredged up an old article on becoming politically correct from a few years back that I thought might start your day with a chuckle.


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 Terry 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 my buddy Greg White bends over and his jeans sag a bit, what you are seeing is not "butt crack." This is best described as "rear cleavage."

Thought For The Day – A word to the wise isn’t necessary. It’s the stupid ones that need the advice.

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  7 Responses to “Nick Goes PC”

  1. At least I CAN bend over!

  2. And packing your Kimber…Carrying a personal pertection device

  3. What a great way to start of my morning with a good laugh, thank you Nick, keep the great blogs coming our way

  4. In regard to your hair where you state you may be in “follicle regression” there is also another simple explanation and that is that you are just “taller than your hair.”

    On another note there is no such thing as a stupid idea, it is “logically underenhanced”.

  5. I fondly recall another way to describe you, Nick, that ever popular stud-muffin, as “more muffin than stud.”

  6. My comments come so late in the day because I am challenged by my time zone, not because I like to sleep in.

    A bald spot is a solar panel powering a sex machine.

  7. Hey Nick, this was a fun post!..Not one person had an issue or wanted to get in a fight with someone else…….

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