In some recent communiqués from B³ ( Bruce B. Brugman - publisher: S.F. Bay Guardian ) we are urged to celebrate. Be it your sexuality , heritage, or medical condition, go out and celebrate it. And what better way to celebrate than with your community. Again, be it the community of leather enthusiasts that prefer the Sybian or the community of jaded aesthetes for tushery. And remember, always be green.
I remember when community referred to a town. People, not necessarily like minded, living in the same area and establishing a commonwealth for themselves. ( roads, schools, help your neighbor in an emergency ) Not any more. Now community is a catch-all for niche interest, club, or shared predilection.
I also remember when we celebrated Christmas and birthdays. Celebrating yourself seems a bit lascivious and please don't scare the horses while you're doing it. If parsed literally, it's also a PC version of the Epimenides paradox . ( recursive self-reference )
Green was a color. Now it's also used as a noun or verb meaning buy this and Mother Gaia won't feel bad. The exhortations are usually printed using solvent-based ink on dead trees and driven to the distribution point by large diesel trucks. (you can see where I'm going here)
Language has to grow and evolve, so jeez Bruce, knock off with the newspeak and the mindless iteration of buzz-words. English contains a passel of words with very useful meanings. Know what you mean and learn how to say it.
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