I remember this one time when a group of hooligans in an outdated Holden Commodore drove past me and called me a faggot. So, in an equally kind gesture, I threw them a courtesy wave and loudly thanked them for the acknowledgement.
You see, I would despise myself if I resorted to physical violence, but my words are as powerful as my intentions. Yet not everyone is like me, and this is where my deeply held convictions on the right to free speech and political correctness come into play.
I see time and time again on Facebook and Twitter, of friends, followers, and those I’m following, who speak of this horrible war on free speech. How political correctness is the suppressing the right to speak our mind.
I’m gunna be honest, I love being able to speak freely, which is why I purposefully left the derogatory word in the first sentence of this story uncensored. My dear readers have the right to know exactly what those hooligans said to me, because they need to feel how I felt. But it would be a different case if the guy in the car was writing it from his perspective.
This is what those who oppose political correctness need to understand. That there is a fine line between speaking openly about something, and intentionally using derogatory words to offend.
Political correctness is nothing more than an insurance policy against intentional hate speech. We should be able to openly talk about all sorts of topics, from gays and lesbians, to blacks and whites, to Donald Trumps blatant racism, to Hillary Clinton’s shady past, and even all the way down to the 63 different genders in the world. And people have the right to not listen to it, and other people have the right to respect that they don’t want to listen to it. That doesn’t mean you have to stop talking about it, it just means that they should leave the room and do something else with their time instead of listening to you.
But we shouldn’t have to hear derogatory words being targeted at someone, and that is where I draw the line. You can openly talk about whatever the fucking hell you wish. Abortion, death, gay sex, you name it. But you can do that without calling someone a faggot, or laughing with your friends about how that transgender girl doesn’t look like a girl. Or labelling all Indigenous people as drug dealers, or alcoholics, or welfare bludgers, or broken families. Or even labelling all white people as conservative, alt-right nutjobs, who secretly want to watch the world burn.
Let’s talk about the problems indigenous people face. Let’s discuss the higher rates of suicide and depression in the LGBTI community. Let’s chat about the straight men of the world who are mentally unprepared because they were taught at a young age that real men don’t cry. Let’s talk about these things. But let’s not be a fucking dick about it.
You can speak freely and not be a dick about it.
And when you speak freely, please speak the truth. I have seen countless people share things this Christmas about how there are “people” out there who are offended by the words “Merry Christmas”.
If anyone can find me someone who has actually been offended by the term, please tell them to talk to me. I have not even found one person who has been offended by it.
And even this new scary term of being “gender neutral”.
One of the biggest cases this year in Australia was when controversial journalist Miranda Devine wrote an article in the Daily Telegraph about an all-girls school adopting the practice of using gender neutral terms. But it wasn’t true, as later busted by Media Watch.
I will always be an advocate for free speech, and as a journalist, I will always be an advocate for the truth.
However, I will never be an advocate for intentionally being an arsehole to others.
Oh, and since it’s the season, I wish you a merry christmas, happy hunnakah, happy bodhi day, happy ramadan, and whatever else any of you practice. Oh, and a prosperous new year!