A deeply personal column => Political Correctness Is Ruining Your Neighborhood… http://t.co/f0DAkNPWrN pic.twitter.com/F9DQeQ2mNR
— Steven Crowder (@scrowder) May 25, 2015I’ve always loved talking with people. But in the last few years, something’s changed dramatically. Political correctness has become a cancerous growth on the absolute gift that is human interaction.
I can no longer make a silly face at a child in the movie line without his mother clutching him for fear of “stranger danger.” I can’t compliment a woman on her smile without being guilty of perpetuating “rape culture.” Some of the most common words in my everyday vernacular like “amigo” and “brother” must now be exclusively and fearfully reserved for strictly non-ethnic demographics. Instead of becoming better neighbors, we spend our time ensuring avoidance of the latest “racist code-word” or the possibility of cultural insensitivity....
At Sea in an Alien Culture, Where ‘Normal’ Is Defined as ‘Deviant’ http://t.co/1mUrTe2Po5 pic.twitter.com/bCzsvH6mKQ
— National Review (@NRO) May 25, 2015
