Word? Power?

I was having a conversation with my blog partner yesterday, and somehow she called me a whore. (She has no home training, I associate with her only to try to socialize her, I have a big heart) Oh yeah, we were joking around. The thing is though, I was not offended. Why you ask? Well, that is none of your raggedy business... who cares if I brought it up? I am not offended by ambiguous words. That word means nothing to me. Define it and have one person match your answer... Don't worry, I'll wait..... See, I have a problem with words such as whore, bitch, hater, punk, and a host of others for a couple reasons. No one can define them concisely or consistently. I am a lover of words and their etymology so this sort of things bothers me (Oh, the quandaries of geekdom). 8 times (plus 2) out of 10 it is used to emit projectile hate. For example, every woman that has uttered the word bitch to describe someone is usually someone with a lot of self hatred. This person normally is a mean, spiteful, unhappy and jealous individual that must lash out with profanity instead of expressing herself like a grownup with real words and tact. Imagine doing that. So back to this whore word. Every woman I have heard call a woman a whore is:

• the most promiscuous woman on the block, once again, lashing out... go get some help boo-boo...
• OR ain't getting any and are sexually frustrated
  
• OR someone insecure with their sexual side and are extremely jealous of your freedom.

So the moral of this story this week at the Latte Mug is that being judgmental is not attractive, and that the former Cubicle Crusaders Naturally Alise and Tiha the Eysqueen can see right through it. (we are super heroes and sh*t, we even have capes and other super powers, i'll tell you all about it next week...)