For the record, there really hasn't been anything in that PD thread that has bothered me in the least. Now granted, I haven't read each and every post, and only visit there every once in awhile, but I think the gist of all this needs to be taken in context. Within that PD thread, considering the intent and what is going on there, the cathartic healing that takes place in that thread through the use of humor (which is the intent of that thread), in my opinion, takes precedence over the concern that some may feel offended.
There was a great line in the movie,Schindler's List, that I'll never forget: "It's all in the presentation". Context is sooo important in this regard, eh?
Now outside of that thread, even in comedy situations, as I said previously, short-bus jokes bother me. The irritation when I hear jokes like that isn't something that I can really control. It just brings up very vivid pictures of my boys getting on that bus every morning to go to school and what they had to endure in school regarding the jokes made about them for having to ride that bus. Oh, I've had countless talks about them regarding their self-esteem, but overtime, shit like that takes it's toll, so it's a sensitivity that I struggle with. One voice in my head says "let it go", it's just a joke, but the other voice throws up a picture of my young, school aged boys and what they had and have to endure.
It's not anger that I feel, but rather a feeling of fingernails on a chalk board. Not something that I can really control. The only thing that I can control is my reaction to it, but the feelings that come on just............come on. The word, "retard" does the same thing to me, simply because that word was used as a weapon against them. Now granted, when I hear that word now, it is not being used in that way, but at one time it was, so yeah, that too kinda grabs my attention, but typically I'll just let that one go as well with no one knowing what is going on in my head.
Like I said, I really don't have control over the feelings that these things bring up, but the control I DO have is how I react to them.
Words have power. They have the power to heal, to inspire, to make us laugh, to make us think, to make us feel good, too make us feel sad, to make us feel happy, and yes, to make us hurt, and sometimes, they can do all of the above at the same time.