Sluts

The word 'slut' tends to excite me a little, like I might have a chance with a girl who really knows what fun is about for a guy. As far as I can tell, it is a myth or perhaps an urban legend, or maybe I am just slut-proof. Well, maybe there was that one girl that one time. In any case, this excerpt is relatively dry, providing us with some historical background.

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The first usage of slut is from 1386 in The Canterbury Tales. Chaucer used the adjective "sluttish" to refer to a man who is dressed in dirty and untidy clothes. In 1402, the English poet Thomas Hoccleve used "slut" as a noun in much the same way but with regard to a woman -- a slovenly woman who didn't keep her home clean. "Slut" continued to be used as a synonym for a woman who's dirty or untidy and who is poor or from the working class. At around the same time, "slut" also became a synonym for a woman of low or loose character -- someone who was inappropriately sexually forward. Being sloppy in matters of cleanliness became associated with being untidy in matters of sexuality.

"Slut" was used exclusively to refer to white women. "Slut" had meaning as a derogatory word only because it was the opposite of the white feminine ideal. For centuries, white people regarded black women as inherently slutty; therefore, black sluttiness did not necessarily trigger a judgmental reaction...

-- Leora Tanenbaum at Huffington Post

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e-Life

A woman makes a post at LiveJournal's "Show Your Boobs". She asks, "Is anyone still around?" I am afraid to click the cut, as I no longer have any optimism about this sort of thing, and I was right. She is an obese, homely, middle-age black woman. Such is LJ life these days. I will say it for the thousandth-and-nth time, I really miss the old e-days.

In particular, I think of Miss Oleander Rue of a few years ago, bringing in the last little happy wave of life to my lonely island - a hot college girl, showing all, and willing to flirt with middle-age me, in addition to chatting about God and life. Then she was gone, as suddenly and abruptly as she came, with the couple of others that were also part of that little wave of hapless joy-seekers that somehow strayed onto the desolate shores of LiveJournal, and that proved to be the end. My real life caught up with my e-life. The rest is silence.